Chapter 29

Stella woke to the softest of kisses—a gentle cascade of lips brushing over her mouth and cheek. Still half-asleep, she waved her hand irritably, trying to brush away the annoying sensation on her face. But, to her surprise, her hand was seized. Long fingers slowly intertwined with hers, firmly locking their hands together. Well, there went any hope of getting back to sleep. With a resigned sigh, she opened her eyes. What met her gaze was Eric’s tender, adoring look. Warmth, like spring water, shimmered in his eyes. She couldn’t help but be mesmerized. Amused, Eric watched her dazed expression, his fingers tapping lightly against her forehead. "Back with us, little vixen?" he teased. "What—what? Vixen?" Stella rubbed her forehead, bewildered. "Me? How am I a vixen?" "You didn’t forget, did you?" Eric feigned innocence, his gaze playful. "I was too busy taking care of my savior’s injuries, but someone was very... eager las