~ ZEV ~
It was the most incredible day for Zev. A picture, he thought, of what it would be like if they'd had anything close to a normal life. And for a few hours he let go of the responsibilities, of the challenges and conflicts—the outright war they were fighting—and just let himself be with his mate and enjoy her.
He'd woken late, a rare luxury in itself, to find Sasha already wide awake, her eyes sparkling and fixed on his.
"Hey," he'd murmured, his voice hoarse and rough from sleep.
Her skin was pink, and her eyes puffy, but she was smiling, and he loved to see her like that.
"Good morning," she whispered, then beamed at him. "Guess what? We don't have to get up."
