CHAPTER 134:
THE MORNING AFTER
It was him, Ethan.
His body was still wrapped around mine, one arm draped over my waist, his fingers resting against my bare skin. His breath was slow, steady, brushing against my shoulder as he slept.
But even in sleep, he held me.
As if letting go wasn’t an option.
He looked peaceful.
And I realized this was the only time he truly was.
Because when he was awake, Ethan was always watching. Always calculating. Always carrying the weight of his title, his duty, his pack.
But here?
Like this?
He was just mine.
I reached up, brushing my fingers along his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of his stubble beneath my touch.
Ethan stirred, his grip on me tightening instinctively before his eyes opened heavy-lidded, still clouded with sleep, b
