It was cold outside, but she was warm. The morning light streaming in through the windows shone directly onto her face, bathing her in a warm, golden glow.
The air was heavy with the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, spices she'd never thought she'd miss so much. She was cocooned in the warmth of the thick, plush blankets, nestled close against the comforting body heat of her partner.
She buried her face against the silken strands of hair spread out over her pillow and breathed deeply, letting out a contented sigh.
Her eyes fluttered open as she felt soft lips press against the side of her neck.
"G'mornin..." Her bedmate mumbled against her skin.
Ah, that voice...Octavian.
Her lips curled up into a faint smile, and she snuggled up into the arms of the prince.
His breath was hot against her shoulder, warming the spot where he kissed her, and she shivered in pleasure. Her hands slid over his hips and grasped him tighter.