FAELAN'S POV
My feet felt heavy as I rose from the bed, moving carefully so I wouldn’t disturb her. Aviona slept on, curled slightly toward the empty space I’d left behind, her lips parted in that soft, unguarded way she only wore in sleep.
I lingered at the bedside a moment longer.
I was still surprised by how far things had gone. Aviona had made it clear more than once that this was all meant to be for show. And despite how blurred the lines of our arrangement had become, I had been doing my best to respect those boundaries.
Today, she had crossed them herself. Willingly.
And I wasn’t complaining. Not even a little.
I could still feel the warmth of her lips, the softness of her beneath my hands, the faint scent and taste of her clinging to me like a spell I couldn’t shake. It linge
