Mason Graves
Lying in bed with Serena curled up beside me, I found myself unable to sleep. She was exhausted, her body spent from the events of the night, and yet, I couldn’t stop watching her. The way her chest rose and fell with each steady breath, the way her lips parted slightly as she slept—everything about her felt so right beside me.
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on her skin, emphasizing the gentle curve of her neck, the delicate lines of her face. I reached out, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her cheek. She stirred slightly, pressing herself closer to me, her warmth seeping into my skin.
I had never felt this before—this overwhelming sense of completion. Like she belonged here, in my bed, in my life. It was a strange kind of peace, the kind I
