Drowning in His Touch

LUNA VESPERIA’S POV

My eyelids were almost touching when the door opened.

Heavy steps. His scent. I knew it was him before I even turned my head.

“Why are you still awake?” His voice was low, close enough to pull me back from the edge of sleep.

My lips twitched. “Since when did my bedtime become your business?”

He didn’t respond to it. He just came to the bed, bent down, and without asking, scoope