Gregory's Pov
I stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of Emma’s body in my arms.
My eyes fluttered open, and I realized we had fallen asleep together.
She had cried herself to sleep after I had tried to comfort her, and now here we were, tangled in each other.
I gazed down at her, her head resting softly against my chest, her breathing steady and peaceful.
For the first time, I was able to really look at her. The soft, delicate features of her face caught my attention.
She had long lashes that brushed against her cheeks as she slept, and under her left eye, there was a faint scar—one I hadn’t noticed before.
My fingers moved almost involuntarily, tracing the small scar gently, feeling the ridges of her skin. I wondered how she got it and what pain it might have caused her.
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