Voren watched all the emotions playing across Seraphine's face and felt something warm bloom in his chest. She genuinely cared about his daughter. Not to impress him. Not because she wanted anything in return. She just cared. That realization made him love her even more.
Eventually he got up from the bed and started getting comfortable for the night. Seraphine's eyes followed him automatically before she quickly looked away, heat flooding her cheeks. It honestly felt unfair.
No man should be allowed to look that good. The broad shoulders, the powerful chest, the effortless confidence. Everything about him seemed designed to completely wreck her common sense.
Sometimes she wondered if fate had finally decided to reward her after all the years of pain.
Other times she worried she was getting greedy, because every single time she found herself wanting more: more time with him, more conversations, more mornings, more memories, more of the future they were building together.
