Chapter 80

• I woke to the weight of my cheek pressed against Hadrian's chest. His body, though firm—perhaps too firm to be a proper pillow—offered a coolness that soothed my overly sensitized skin, still buzzing from the night before. I just prayed I hadn’t drooled in my sleep.
• Strangely, everything felt natural. Comfortable. Like waking up beside him was the most normal thing in the world. A quiet happiness bloomed in me, despite the bone-deep exhaustion clinging to my limbs. Smiling softly, I studied his face. Eyes closed, he resembled a sleeping angel, his features so perfect they seemed carved from alabaster, accented with silver threads of hair.
• “Enjoying the view?” His voice startled me, his eyes flicking open with sharp amusement.