Chapter Eleven
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Morning sunlight spilled across tangled sheets.
Elena woke slowly, warm and disoriented.
Then she realized Rowan’s arm rested around her waist.
Her breath caught.
For a moment she simply lay there listening to the ocean outside and Rowan’s steady breathing beside her.
Peace settled over her in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Rowan stirred behind her.
“You’re overthinking already,” he murmured sleepily.
“You can tell?”
“You sigh when you panic internally.”
Elena turned carefully toward him.
Morning light softened the hard lines of his face.
Without his usual guarded expression, he looked younger.
Softer.
And heartbreakingly vulnerable.
“You regret this?” she asked quietly.
His eyes opened fully.
“No.”
The certainty in his voice wrapped around her chest.
“Do you?”
Elena should have answered carefully.
Instead she admitted the truth.
“No.”
Rowan kissed her forehead gently.
And somehow that tiny gesture felt even more intimate than the night before. And to her, that felt like the craziest thing in her mind. She slowly drifted off into a sleep that she hadn't gotten in a few years prior to this night.
Hearing her snore, Rowan smiles and fell asleep holding her close.
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