Amara POV
“I love you…” he whispers as I drift to sleep. I was to tired to even think about having a conversation after that. Giving myself to him was the last of my strength. I let exhaustion take over my body as I curled into him and fell asleep. It wasn’t until I felt the warmth of the sun shining into our room window that I even felt life in me again. I could feel his breathing in front of me. I began to open my eyes to see I was still cradled into him from last night. I smiled knowing for the first time since I woke up I did not have a bad dream. Hell I didn’t even dream. I slept and it felt so good. No doubt it was a mixture of the stress, energy lost and well our moment that I really hope he doesn’t stop from happening again.
I couldn’t help
