The morning sun broke through the tall windows of their cabin bedroom, warming the wooden floorboards and waking Azaria up. She shifted under the duvet, instantly realising she was tangled up with Theon, who was already awake and watching her with a lazy smile. He was being the perfect, completely attentive partner, shifting closer to brush a strand of hair away from her face before his hand trailed down to her shoulder where her shirt had fallen off to expose the skin.
He leaned in, trying to touch her and pull her closer for a proper morning kiss, but Azaria immediately placed both hands against his chest to stop him.
"Absolutely not," she whispered, her voice tight as she glanced toward the bedroom door. "If you kiss me, you won't stop there!"
"Everyone is still asleep," Theon murmured, his thumb grazing her hip as he tried to coax her back down into the pillows.
