Ethan’s POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows, spilling across the polished wood floors and the soft, rumpled blankets tangled around my legs. For the first time in months, the warmth felt good, not harsh, not like it was exposing me, but gentle, like a promise.
I stretched, groaning softly as my sore muscles protested. My body was still healing, but the bruises were fading, and the nightmares weren’t as sharp as they’d been.
When I turned my head, Dominic was there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his laptop balanced on his knees. His dark hair was mussed, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and he looked far too serious for someone wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt that was slightly too small for his broad shoulders.
“You’re thinking too hard,” I mumbled, my voi
