Liz
I didn't know when I'd fallen back asleep. I just knew my heart had felt heavy. Heavy enough to drag me under into a fitful sleep that left me feeling more exhausted when I woke than I ever had before. When my eyes slowly opened, the bright morning rays stung. I blinked rapidly against the ache and shifted slightly beneath the blankets before my gaze landed on Rowan.
He was lying on his side facing me, one arm stretched out across the mattress like, even in sleep, he needed to touch me. My chest tightened painfully, and I had to force myself not to recoil from it.
I wanted to believe every word he whispered to me beneath the moonlight. I wanted to believe the softness in his voice and the reverence in his touch meant something real. But hearing what I did last night when he thought
