Katrina~
The second day dawned with a brilliance that pierced through the canopy, painting the forest in hues of gold and green. I woke to the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds, my body still tangled with Vincent's in the warmth of our shared blankets inside the cave. His arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath steady against my neck, stirring a mix of contentment and that ever-present undercurrent of forbidden thrill. For a moment, I lay there, savoring the peace we'd carved out in this hidden sanctuary, but the pull of the day ahead tugged at me. We had so little time before reality crashed in.
I shifted gently, pressing a kiss to Vincent's forehead. His eyes fluttered open, those dark depths locking onto mine with that calculating intensity that always made my heart race. "Morning, Star," I murmured, using the name Rayma had given him, the one that softened his edges.
