Chapter Sixteen
Jaxon's eyes fluttered open as the first rays of sun danced over the horizon. He hadn't slept that hard since… he couldn't remember when. Beside him Izzie stirred, a tiny sigh slipping from her lips as they turned up, hand resting peacefully on his chest. He inhaled, breathing in her scent, warm and sweet, memorizing the feel of her curled into his side, skin soft and pliant. This moment couldn't last. He knew that. But he'd hold onto it as long as he could, take this moment of early morning perfection and stow it away for safekeeping. Because someday, maybe a year from now, maybe ten or twenty, when Izzie was living her best life and he had nothing but shattered dreams to keep him company, he'd need this memory, this fleeting slice of heaven. He'd remember what it felt li
