(Author’s POV)
Two weeks had passed since Asher flew out for his shoot, and while Aurora missed him dearly, the lingering ache had softened into warmth through constant calls and the unwavering love of her other three husbands.
This morning, the sky was a perfect canvas of soft grey and drifting clouds. A gentle breeze carried the smell of impending rain, and Aurora felt that undeniable pull to slow down, to savor the quiet.
She’d stood by the balcony in her soft cotton robe, sipping her coffee, and decided she wasn’t going in today. A spontaneous day off, just for herself.
As she stood there, arms crossed loosely, watching the swaying trees, she heard familiar footsteps behind her.
It was Ryan.
“You’re not going in today?” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, chin resting on
