The world outside seemed to carry on as it always had, indifferent to the seismic shifts that had taken place in Emma and Alexander’s world. But inside the quiet cocoon they’d created, time moved differently. They lay entwined, the sheets tangled around their legs as the faint morning light filtered through the window.
Emma rested her head against Alexander’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was a comfort—an anchor in the storm of emotions that still swirled within her. She could feel his fingers brushing softly through her hair, a gentle motion that contrasted with the intensity of their shared night.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Alexander’s voice rumbled softly, breaking the silence.
Emma raised her head slightly to meet his gaze. There was a
