June's POV :
I wasn't awake yet, not really—but my body already knew he was near.
His heat was everywhere, seeping into my skin, curling around my bones like smoke. I was draped over him, my leg slung lazily across his waist, skin pressed to skin, and even in sleep, my body hummed like it had been waiting for this all its life.
I felt the whisper of his fingers against my back—light, reverent, almost afraid to wake me. But I was already slipping out of the dream, drawn by the delicious ache between my legs, by the slow throb of need that hadn't really stopped since last night.
His breath touched my neck, and I shivered.
Then his lips.
Soft at first—just a press to my shoulder, like a secret. Then lower, more lingering. I sighed before I even opened my eyes. My body arched, inviting, instinctive.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
When he whispered my name, everything in me bloomed. My eyes fluttered open. Not fully. Just enough to see the way his gaze devoured me.
