MIRA'S
POV
The way he looked at me then—it wasn’t just desire. It was devotion. Like I was the miracle he’d been chasing through every nightmare.
He touched me like a man starved of sunlight finally tasting warmth again. Every kiss, every caress felt like a promise. A promise that he was here, that I wasn’t alone, that we’d survived.
The firelight danced across his skin, painting gold over every scar, every place that had once known pain. I watched him as he hovered over me, his breath warm against my lips, and for a moment, everything else—Alexa, the escape, the darkness—faded away.
It was just him and me.
“I love you,” I whispered against his neck.
He stilled for half a heartbeat, then buried his face in my shoulder. “God, Mira. I love you too. I think I’ve loved you since the d
