The silence of the room was thick and sweet, a heavy velvet curtain that draped over the world outside. Only the soft, rhythmic sound of our breathing filled the air.
I lay with my head on Uriel’s chest, tracing the hard lines of his collarbone with my fingertip. I felt different—lighter, yet somehow more ethereal. The invisible cord I had felt earlier was still there, humming with a low-frequency energy that tied my pulse to the steady thud-thud of his heart.
Uriel turned, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulled the duvet higher over my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering there for a long moment.
"You're so quiet," he whispered, his voice still raspy from the heat of before.
"I'm just thinking," I murmured, leaning up to look at him. His eyes were dark
