Sally's POV
Dawn breaks softly while three of my mates remain on their patrol duties.
Golden rays filter through the bedroom curtains, painting warm streaks across the sheets. I allow myself these precious quiet moments, focusing on my breathing and the solid warmth radiating from behind me. Philip stirs against my back, his muscled arm drawing me deeper into his embrace.
"Good morning," I whisper, my voice husky from sleep.
A low rumble vibrates against my shoulder blade. "Not quite yet," he murmurs into my hair. "Just a few more minutes."
My lips curve against the soft pillow. "You've been saying that for the past hour."
"Guilty as charged," he admits, and I can practically feel his smirk.
