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His hair is a mess, his jaw is covered in stubble, and those hazel eyes are doing something entirely unreasonable to my heart.

He looks good like this.

Relaxed. Unhurried.

Mine.

Oh.

That's a dangerous little word.

"Morning, darlin'."

"Morning."

He kisses me, slow and warm.

I could happily spend the next several hours right here.

Unfortunately, my stomach has other plans.

It growls.

Loudly.

Vex pulls back.

I close my eyes.

"Please pretend that didn't happen."

His chest shakes beneath my palm.

"Hungry?"

"No. That was clearly a wild animal outside."

"Mean one, too."

"Terrifying."

He laughs and kisses my forehead.

"Come on. I'll make breakfast."

I prop myself on one elbow.

"Actually, I could make breakfast."

His eyebrows rise.

"Can you cook?"

"Excuse me?"

"Question stands."

"I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of preparing a respectable breakfast."