The first rays of dawn filtered gently through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden hue. The stillness of the morning held its own kind of magic—quiet, unspoken, and impossibly full. Kingsley lay still, tucked beneath the soft blankets, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, but his eyes were wide open.
He wasn’t sleeping.
He couldn’t.
Not with her beside him.
His gaze was fixed on Katherine’s face—peaceful, angelic, and half-hidden beneath the tousled curtain of her hair. The faint rhythm of her breathing matched the quiet beating of his heart. His hand moved slowly, reverently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. His fingers lightly traced the shape of her jaw, then the soft curve of her shoulder, like he still couldn’t quite believe she was real t
