Chapter 27

The early morning sun cascades sheets of gold into Nate's bedroom. I lay awake, staring at him in the glory of it all. He looks so peaceful in his sleep.

Achingly careful, I bring my hand up to move his hair off his forehead and even in my best efforts, he stirs.

His arm, which is still wrapped around my waist, tightens, and I am once again flush against him.

I lean forward and pucker my lips against the bare skin of his throat, earning a groan from Nate. His hips press firmer against my own as he brings me as close to him as I possibly can. My sleeping mind instantly wakes.

Nate's eyes barely open, his long lashes batting against sleep as he looks somewhere between my nose and forehead. His eyes are as gold as the light that is streaming through the window.

I hold my breath as his fingers come up and skim over my cheek.

"Beautiful," he whispers more to himself.

The tips of his fingers move up to my temple and I close my eyes as they roam my entire face; my eyes, my nose, my lips,