Jamie
I woke before dawn.
The room was still dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the bedside clock.
4:27 a.m.
I glanced down at the woman sleeping peacefully in my arms.
Celeste.
For several long seconds, I simply watched her.
She was curled against me, completely relaxed, her head resting against my chest. One of my arms was wrapped securely around her, as though even in sleep some part of me was afraid to let her go.
My mind drifted back to the events of the night before.
Everything between us had changed.
There was no pretending otherwise.
I’d spent so long trying to protect her, trying to keep my feelings under control, telling myself that the complicated situation surrounding us meant I needed to be careful.
But somewhere along the way, careful had become im
