The Broken Challenger

Kaelen

I slipped out from under the heavy, warmth-soaked comforter, leaving the bed with practiced silence. The cool morning air bit at my bare chest, a sharp contrast to the soft heat radiating from my sleeping mate. Cressida did not stir. Her chest rose and fell in a steady, unbroken rhythm, her face smoothed into an expression of untroubled peace. My jaw tightened as I stood over her, a heavy