Josh's Point of View
His arms tightened around Joelien’s waist as he carried her toward the bed, her breath warm against his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair.
He lowered her onto the bed with deliberate slowness, his hands cradling the back of her head as if she were something fragile, something sacred.
The mattress dipped beneath her, the sheets cool against her back through the fabric of her shirt. She didn’t break eye contact, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
Josh didn’t need words.
Not yet.
He cupped her face in his palms, his thumbs brushing over the damp trails her tears had left, his voice rough with something raw and untamed. "You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved,
