Rose’s Point of View;
It was Day 3 of Alex's proposal for me to stay for a week, and the peaceful rhythm of the days had already begun to settle in. Every moment I spent with him felt like a dream—a world of calm, affection, and undeniable chemistry. The weight of the past week—the hospital, the uncertainty, the emotional turmoil—was slowly fading away. And now, with each passing day, I was falling deeper into the warmth of his world.
As the morning light filtered through the curtains, I woke up with a sense of tranquility I hadn't felt in a long time. I stretched beneath the soft covers, feeling the slight ache in my muscles and head from the events of the past few days but also a new sense of peace. Alex had been right when he suggested I stay. I wasn’t just recovering physically—I was
