This was it.
From today onward, my life as Mrs. Nightwood begins.
The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, painting the room in soft hues of gold that woke me up from my deep slumber.
I tried to shift, but I was immobilized.
My husband’s lips pressed against my neck, refusing to accept the slightest distance between us. His deep, heavy breathing resonated in my ears.
His arm was still draped over me, his hand resting exactly where it had been all night, over my stomach.
“Zayne?” I called quietly, earning a groggy humming sound, “Hmm?”
He stirred as I moved, his eyes opening with a clarity that suggested he had been awake for a while, just watching me.
"Morning," he murmured, pressing a slow, lingering kiss on my neck before pulling back, "How are you feeling?
