Irina
The first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a pale glow across our entwined bodies. Noah's eyes fluttered open, disbelief and joy mingling in their depths as they locked onto mine. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved, suspended in this fragile moment of rediscovery.
"Irina," he breathed, his voice rough with sleep and emotion. "You're here. You're really here."
I felt his arms tighten around me, drawing me closer until I could feel the thundering of his heart against my chest. The warmth of his skin, the familiar scent of him - it all rushed over me in a dizzying wave. Part of me still couldn't believe this wasn't some cruel dream, destined to shatter with the coming of true wakefulness.
Noah's fingers traced the curve of my spine, reverent and possessive all at o
