He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her cheek. The slight motion made her stir, her brow furrowing slightly before her green eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, her sleepy gaze meeting his. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet intimacy of the morning wrapping around them like a cocoon.
"You're staring," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
"Of course I am," he replied with a grin.
"It's not every day I wake up with the Lone Wolf using me as a mattress."
Cerys' lips twitched in a faint smile.