(Hailey Miller's POV)
The first light of dawn filtered through the blinds as Liam's arm tightened around my waist, as if even in his dreams he refused to let me go. His breath, deep and steady, caressed my back. A rhythm I had learned to decipher during the night, just as he had deciphered mine. I lay still, knowing that any movement would break the fragile spell that enveloped us.
Memories of the night came back with brutal clarity: his hands searching for mine in the darkness, his lips tracing every inch of my skin as if trying to memorize it, the way we clung to each other, not as enemies, but as momentary allies in a world that was falling apart. I felt no regret, only a heartbreaking truth: every caress, every moan, every sustained gaze in the darkness had been real. Too real. And t
