Silas
The light filtered in slow, golden, and warm, catching the edge of the curtain and casting soft shadows across the hardwood floor. But I wasn’t looking at the light.
I was looking at her.
Sage lay curled against his chest, one leg hooked over his, hair a wild halo spread over his shoulder and the pillow beneath. Her breath was even, slow, steady. She looked so damn peaceful—like she belonged here. Like if I could freeze this moment and live in it forever.
And for a man like me… that was dangerous thinking.
Still, I didn’t move.
Not when my arm had gone slightly numb. Not when the sun crept higher. I just ran my fingers up and down her bare back, tracing the memory of the night before with the lightest of touches.
She had changed something in me.
And I knew it—down to my bones
