Dahlia
Watching Hunter sleep was my new favorite hobby. Seeing him resting so peacefully - gods, it did something to me. I turned onto my side to get a better look at him, a blush creeping up on me at the soreness between my legs. Last night was nothing short of perfect.
I looked out from our cabana - the one Hunter carved by hand - towards the rising sun. It really was an exquisite view.
"He bought us a house!" Daisy squealed. "Mate still wants us!"
We had been nothing short of giddy since Hunter and I talked at dinner. It felt like an impossible weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a new beginning. Last night gave me the courage and affirmation I needed to move forward to my next impossible task.
"Good morning," Hunter said, voice still groggy from sleep. He stretched dramati
