[Meredith].
A soft warmth brushed across my cheek.
At first, I thought it was sunlight. But sunlight didn't move like that; it didn't breathe or chuckle quietly against my skin.
I made a small sound, somewhere between a sigh and a complaint, and turned my face into the pillow. The next second, another kiss landed on the back of my neck. Then another. And another.
"Draven…" I mumbled, my voice muffled by the pillow.
He chuckled lowly, the sound rippling through the morning quiet. "Good. You're awake."
I turned my head just enough to glare up at him with one eye open. "You woke me up just to say that?"
His lips curved, unbothered by my halfhearted scowl. "I was beginning to wonder how long you planned to keep sleeping."
"Forever," I muttered, closing my eyes again. "You said I could rest."
"I did." He brushed another kiss across my forehead. "But I didn't say you could ignore me completely."
