Ara must have been more exhausted than she realized, only waking up as John came to bed that night. She slipped into a dreamless slumber as his arms enveloped her, his body snug against her back as he tenderly kissed the side of her head, whispering sweet nothings in her ear that she couldn't quite comprehend before sleep claimed her again.
The next morning, Ara woke up alone, slowly sitting up. Her head ached less than it had the day before as she prepared for the day ahead. It amazed her how dramatically her life had changed in the almost month she'd been home. Each day, she felt more connected to John, something she had secretly yearned for since their first meeting.
Venturing into the expansive room John referred to as a closet, Ara took a moment to marvel at the fact he had moved al
