RYKER'S POV
The warm morning sunlight slipped silently through the gaps in the heavy linen curtains.
It painted long, golden streaks across the wooden floorboards, illuminating the faint dust motes dancing in the air.
For a few quiet seconds...
I simply lay there.
Staring up at the rustic ceiling beams, a slow, unstoppable smile spreading across my face.
Last night felt like a beautiful, impossible dream.
The heavy downpour outside.
The sound of our shared laughter echoing in the small room.
The slow, uncoordinated dance to a scratchy love song on an old speaker.
Her.
Every single detail was burned into my mind. The way she felt in my arms, the exact moment the tension finally left her shoulders, and the quiet weight of her trust. For the first time in as long as I could remembe
