Rose woke up feeling completely drained, as though the night had taken more from her than it had given. Her eyelids were heavy and her mind thick with worry. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, and when she turned her head, she found Lucas lying beside her, sleeping deeply.
He looked calm. Too calm. Nothing like the man who had exploded the night before.
He had been furious, his voice hard, his words cutting but even in all that anger, he hadn’t laid a hand on her. He hadn’t forced himself on her or dragged her into anything. Instead, he had rolled to his side of the bed, turned his back, and fallen asleep almost immediately, like the anger had drained him completely.
Rose had drifted off shortly after, but morning brought a new weight to her chest. She didn’t know wha
