Theo slapped the thing off, rolled over onto his back, then settled back into that deep snore that had lulled me to sleep. The hint of morning sun peeked through the small frosted window. It was the first time since my return I hadn’t woken with a chill. Warm, quiet, peaceful. Anxiety seeped into the room quietly. I’d gotten a pretty good glimpse of how he typically handled the morning after. With the swell of our combined power still humming, I couldn’t help but wonder if he would set a new land-speed record when he woke and decided to bolt. A little frown line puckered between his brows. Thick stubble on his jaw, hair tousled—God, he was beautiful. “Stop thinking so much. You’ll give me a headache.” He stretched his arms over his head. “Can you hear my thoughts?” “Not really. More like I can sense your uncertainty.” He stretched until his body shook, then fell slack beside me. He brushed a finger over my bottom lip. “Worried about what happens now?” “Maybe.
