Cracked Open: book 3

By Madison DiMercurio All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Fantasy

Twenty-seven

Ciro

I woke up sometime during the late night hours with my arms wrapped around Kaia. She was currently in a deep state of sleep and would probably take time to rejuvenate all the energy she had lost from the earthquake. My hand warming her stomach pulled her snugly into my chest, and I breathed in her flowery scent before quickly falling back to sleep.


The next time I woke up, Kaia had turned into my chest where she inhaled and exhaled deeply. One of my hands was cradling the lower curve of her back; the other was firmly between her shoulder blades. My thumbs made comforting circles, and again I pulled Kaia closer. Her hypnotic breathing relaxed my muscles and I fell asleep thinking that she must have been healing if she turned over into my arms.


“Ciro.”

I woke with a start when I felt her lips brush my ear, and her voice broke as she spoke my name.

“Hey, Blossom.”

She had slept two days, and I was happy enough to stay right by her side. Kaia wiggled under the firm hold of my hands, and the cool air slithered between our skin. When she pushed away from my unrelenting arms, she stretched out like a flower reaching for the sun. Kaia’s deep moan woke me up further and my eyes focused on her bright features. Her eyes were clear of pain; her body language seemed to speak with restless energy.

When Kaia was finished stretching, her eyes tightly closed, she looked back up into mine. “Have you heard anything?”

“Nope, I’ve been sleeping with my mate the whole time.” I smirked at her shocked face. “I had no plans of being anywhere else.” Then I kissed her nose.

She wrinkled it in response. “Why did you let me sleep so long?”

“Blossom, why would I not? You were practically hibernating.”

Kaia

Ciro’s eyes crinkled when he tried to suppress the smile on his lips.

My mouth was close to gaping open.

“Did you just make a joke?” Because I did live in a cave obviously.

Ciro shrugged and this time he laughed almost with a dark humor. My chest became tight before my own throat released laughter, and it was one of those moments where nothing else mattered. We just laughed at a simple joke. Because my mate laughed with so much joy I couldn’t help but do the same. Kallan didn’t matter for those few minutes of carefree joy.

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