I woke to sunlight filtering through the curtains.
For a disorienting moment, I didn't recognize the room.
Then I felt warmth against my cheek. My head rested on Augustus's chest, his arm draped loosely across my waist. His breathing was slow and even.
I tilted my head.
Without his immaculate suit or carefully controlled expression, Augustus looked almost ordinary. His dark hair fell across his forehead. The tension around his mouth had disappeared, leaving him peaceful and unexpectedly young.
I studied the faint shadows beneath his eyes, wondering when he'd last slept this soundly.
"If you're finished inspecting me, I'd appreciate another five minutes."
I froze. "You were awake?"
"For approximately three minutes."
Heat rushed into my cheeks. I started to move away, but his arm loosened immediately.
I could leave if I wanted.
Instead, I stayed.
"Good morning," he murmured.
"Morning."
"Sleep well?"
"Better than expected. You?"
"The same."
