I woke before the sun, the room still wrapped in that soft, silver hush that only comes with dawn. Kat was curled against me, her breath warm on my chest, her fingers tangled in mine like she never planned to let go. And maybe—for the first time—I believed she wouldn’t.
Last night wasn’t about fear. It wasn’t about running from the shadows that used to chase her. It was about her choosing me. Us. She looked me in the eye and didn’t flinch. She didn’t hide. She didn’t let Tiffany’s venom seep into her skin. She stood her ground, fierce and unshaken, and then she came to me like she’d been mine all along.
I still can’t believe she said yes.
Not just to being with me—but to being mine. Fully. Boldly. The way she touched me, kissed me, whispered my name like it was the only truth she knew..
