Chapter 53 The Next Morning
- Eryn POV
- Drool is dribbling down my chin, and I sleepily wipe it away with the back of my hand. When I try to tuck my hand back under the covers, I realize that something hard is in my way.
- Atticus's overly large hand wipes my hair out of my face, and he places a kiss on my forehead. "Good morning, Princess," he whispers.