The only sound left was the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing.
Outside, the rain whispered against the windows like a secret it couldn’t keep. Thunder had moved on, leaving behind the soft patter of leftover storm, as if the house itself was exhaling.
Inside, everything was still.
Isabelle lay against Sebastian’s chest, her skin warm and damp, the sheets tangled around their legs. Her fingers curled lightly against his side. His heartbeat echoed beneath her ear—slow, steady, grounding.
His hand trailed down her spine again, slow and idle, like he was tracing every inch just to memorize it again. His other hand combed through her hair, the motion rhythmic, reverent.
She didn’t want to move.
Didn’t want to speak.
Because the moment felt too fragile. Too real.
And she knew the se
