Adam woke before the sun.
The first thing he felt was her—soft, warm, curled into his chest as if she had always belonged there. His arm was still wrapped firmly around her waist, his palm splayed across the gentle swell of her belly. The steady rise and fall of her breathing matched the faint rhythm of his heartbeat, and for the first time in years, he felt whole.
He tilted his head, his eyes finding her face in the pale dawn light. Sofia's lashes fanned against her cheeks, her lips parted slightly, her hair a messy halo on his pillow. She was breathtaking, even like this—especially like this.
God, he had missed her. Missed this.
His thumb brushed lightly across her lower lip, unable to resist. She stirred, a soft sound escaping her throat, and Adam's chest clenched with desire. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her gently at first—just a whisper of contact, as if he didn't dare wake her. But then she sighed into him, lips parting instinctively, and the kiss deepened.
