The next day didn’t feel like any other.
Sunlight slid into the room in soft golden strokes, painting everything in a warm, honeyed glow. The air smelled faintly of the cedarwood diffuser Damian kept near the window. Elena stirred slowly, her body sinking deeper into the silky sheets that wrapped around her like a soft cocoon. She blinked, then blinked again—slow, peaceful, content.
A smile tugged at her lips before her eyes even opened fully.
For the first time in what felt like forever, her heart wasn’t heavy. Her chest didn’t ache with dread or fear. She felt light. Like a feather floating in the sun.
And then it hit her—she was in his bed.
Not on the small couch in the guest room. Not curled up in her own lonely space.
His bed.
The place she used to glance at and wonder how it m
