The kisses tapered into soft laughter, muffled against each other's lips. My cheeks were warm, my chest heaving as Hugo's breath brushed across my face. The man had the audacity to grin half-asleep, as though waking to me kissing him had been the most natural thing in the world.
"Good morning, my world," he whispered.
I froze. My world? My heart lurched, but I quickly turned my face away. "You're still half-asleep," I muttered.
He chuckled, low and pleased, and pressed a kiss against my temple. "Awake or asleep, it's the same. You're my world."
I refused to answer. Instead, I wriggled out of his arms, trying to slide off the bed, but his hand caught my wrist.
"Where are you going?"
"Breakfast." My voice was curt, but my ears burned. "Unlike you, I'm hungry."
His grin widened, dangerous. "Me too."
"Hugo!" I slapped his arm, scowling at the mischievous gleam in his eyes.
