A soft warmth surrounded Savannah as she stirred awake, her body sinking into something firm yet comforting. Blinking slowly, her vision adjusted to the dim morning light filtering through the large windows, casting golden streaks across the room. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized where she was—wrapped securely in Cassian’s arms, his strong, steady breaths fanning against her temple. He was holding her like she belonged there, his face relaxed, almost boyish in sleep. The sharp edges of his usual cocky smirk had softened, replaced by an innocence she had never seen before. His lips, slightly parted, formed the faintest pout, making him look… vulnerable. Safe. Savannah felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom in her chest. Without thinking, she lifted a tentative hand and traced the outline of his lips with her fingertips, barely grazing them. They were soft, impossibly so. "How soft they are…" she mused, her own lips tingling at the mere thought. “Like what you see, Rivers?”
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