~6 Months Later~
The morning sun shone down like a gentle beacon, a soft golden hue that seemed to cast a tranquil spell over our small, peaceful home. Drake, Keegan, and Clay were lounging on the porch, coffee mugs in hand, and I could tell by the dazed expressions on their faces that they were each lost in their own thoughts.
Clay, shirtless as usual, sat with his back against the door frame, letting the sun's rays skim across his chest. His bare stomach was a sight that never failed to catch my attention, for the long, jagged scar stretching from hip to hip served as a stark reminder of our past.
As Clay stood to refill his cup from the thermos we brought out with us, he stopped by my side and gently pressed a kiss to my lips. It was a brief, sweet gesture that always brought me comf
