Windsor's POV
Consciousness crept over me slowly, accompanied by an unusual sensation of warmth. Had maintenance finally repaired the broken heating system in our dormitory?
I pressed closer to the source of heat, ready to drift back into peaceful sleep.
My face rested against something firm yet yielding, and beneath the surface, I detected a rhythmic beating. That steady pulse jolted me fully awake.
My eyes flew open to discover the true source of my comfort. Zion lay before me, his chest bare and sculpted in the morning light filtering through his windows.
His arm served as my pillow while his other hand rested possessively across my hip.
I inhaled sharply, every muscle in my body going rigid.
His grip slackened but he remained asleep. In repose, his features appeared almost serene, though worry lines creased his forehead even in slumber. Without thinking, I lifted my hand and traced those lines with gentle fingers.
