The Saturday morning sun filtered through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite, casting a warm, golden glow over the tangled white silk sheets. The frantic, sterile chaos of the last two weeks felt a million miles away, replaced by a deep, heavy quiet that felt entirely sacred.
I woke up first.
I didn't move an inch, completely content to stay trapped beneath the heavy, comforting weight of William's right arm draped securely around my waist.
In the morning light, away from the sharp shadows of a hospital room, he looked devastatingly handsome. The rigid, intimidating lines of his jaw had completely relaxed into the pillows, his thick, dark lashes resting against his golden skin.
Staring at him, my mind drifted over the chaotic, winding road that had brought us here.
