It had been less than three hours since the couple had fallen asleep, and Vlad had already woken up.
It was still dark outside, but a faint light of dawn was entering through the window. The earth would be completely illuminated by the sun in less than half an hour.
Vlad could already hear the chirping of the morning birds outside.
He was lying on his back, covered by the thick blanket and something even softer and warmer than the blanket itself.
His gaze shifted to the beauty sleeping in his arms.
Seraphina had crawled upward in her sleep, her forehead now resting against his cheek. She lay on her stomach atop him, their chests pressed together. One hand rested lightly on his shoulder. As for the other...
Vlad's gaze narrowed. That shameless, perverted hand had slipped beneath his T-shirt and was cupping his chest.
