Scarlett’s POV
The morning light had softened everything, Jasper’s voice as he murmured my name, the warmth of his touch still lingering on my skin, the scent of him clinging to the silk sheets. I lay in the silence of our shared room, his breathing even beside me, his arm draped over my waist like a quiet promise.
We’d fallen into a rhythm that felt almost like a dream: laughter, long glances across the room, fingertips brushing while we cooked together, the unspoken magnetic pull drawing us into each other night after night. It was more than love now. It was hunger, reverence, a need to stay close even in silence.
But that morning, after he kissed my shoulder and slipped away for a meeting, I stayed back, quiet, still, thinking. My fingertips brushed my stomach. I wasn’t pregnant. I k
