There was nothing sweeter than waking up in the morning and seeing the person you loved lying next to you. Drake’s gaze lingered on Lucy, curled against his chest, her arms draped loosely over him, her hair spilling across his shoulder like dark silk. Every rise and fall of her chest felt like a gentle rhythm to which his heart had learned to beat. Just watching her sleep sent a calming warmth through him. A peace he had thought he’d never feel.
He remembered the first time they met, how distant and cold he had been, hiding behind his arrogance and fear of attachment. Back then, he had denied the pull he felt toward her, convinced that a woman like Lucy was untouchable. And yet, here he was now, hopelessly and completely in love, aware that nothing else mattered when she was near.
Drake
