Serenity's POV
I lie still, letting the quiet settle around me, but it isn’t quiet—it’s the echo of him beneath me, the steady press of his body holding me in place, the warmth radiating from him in waves that make my chest ache in a good way. I can feel the way his chest rises and falls against mine, slow and steady, matching some rhythm I hadn’t known existed until now. My arms tingle where his fingers brushed mine, and the faint scent of him lingers in my senses—wood smoke, earth, something sharp and grounding that feels like safety.
I let my hands rest lightly on him, tracing the line of his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles under my fingertips, the weight of him solid and unyielding beneath me. It’s not just physical—it’s a presence that steadies me, that keeps me from drifting to
