The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The following Monday, Thalassa woke up from a deep sleep that had lasted from the previous afternoon all the way into the morning.

As soon as her eyes fluttered open, she instinctively reached out for her phone, only to grasp at the empty air beside her bed. It took her a moment to remember that Callum had taken her phone and she hadn't retrieved it yet.

But something felt off as her hand searched the empty space-there was warmth, and the faint sensation of breath against her skin.

Startled, Thalassa's eyes shot open, and as she lifted her head to look toward where her hand had landed, she found it resting on Lysander's face. Her entire palm enveloped the side of his face, her fingertips brushing against his breath.

That's when she realized why she could feel the warmth of his exhales.

"Oh, shoot," she thought, realizing she had been touching Lysander's face all this while!

Thalassa couldn't help but chuckle at her own predicament. Just as she was about to pull her hand away, a larger hand covered hers, pressing it gently against his cheek. He even rubbed his face against her palm a little.

The warmth and the softness of the gesture sent a cozy thrill straight to her heart, a ticklish sensation spreading through her.

"What are you doing? Time to

gesture, Lysander holding her hand against his face, seeking affection

assertive Lysander, who always seemed to stand tall and untouchable, would show such

sleep in a bit more. Why rush?" Lysander's voice, husky

sounded puzzled.

to go get our marriage license

dreamt of

closed yet!" Thalassa

on the bedside table, lighting

Let's get going," Thalassa said, relieved they hadn't overslept. She threw the covers off and got up,

"Ouch!" she exclaimed instinctively.

immediately sat up, his concern

her ankles, both red