Chapter 35

NATHAN Ireturn my phone to the nightstand and turn back to my sleeping wife, giving her my full attention. Her pink lips are slightly parted, and her dark lashes fan over her flushed cheeks. God, she is so fucking beautiful. I slide my hand over her hip, and her body instinctually melts into my touch. She fits against me like she was made to be here, her form carved to fit the contours of mine. I must hold on a little too tightly because her eyelids flutter open. As soon as her eyes land on mine, she smiles. If I ever did actually have ice in my veins, that smile would melt it faster than ice cream in the sun. “Morning,” she murmurs. I drop a kiss on her forehead and drink in her scent. She smells of perfume and me. “Morning, sleeping beauty.” She blinks. “What time is it?” “Almost eleven.” Her hand flies to her mouth. “Nate! Why did you let me sleep so late?” I shrug. “You had an eventful night, corazón. Plus, it’s Sunday. We have nowhere to be except right here.” She murmurs contente