Lucian's POV
The sound of water still echoed faintly from the bathroom walls as I stepped out, the steam curling like silver ghosts into the cool air of my room. My hair dripped down my neck, damp tendrils clinging to my shoulders and I ran a towel across my face before my gaze drifted to the bed.
Selene was fast asleep, sprawled on her side, one arm tucked under her cheek, the other curled around the pillow that used to be mine. The faint rise and fall of her chest, the soft rhythm of her breathing, it all tugged something deep inside me.
She was wearing my shirt.
I swear on moon goddess, it looked better on her than it ever did on me.
The fabric barely reached her thighs and as she moved slightly, the moonlight from the window caught the smoothness of her skin, glowing like soft starlight. Her hair, still faintly damp, fanned across the pillow like spilled night.
I smiled quietly.
She looked at peace.
