Liz
My heart thundered in my chest like a herd of wild horses galloping freely. Impossible to slow and even harder to ignore.
Rowan gently helped me up from the bed, taking extra care to move slowly and carefully. Every wince that crossed my face made him freeze, his hands tightening just slightly like he hated seeing me in pain. But he never rushed me. He didn't sigh impatiently or roll his eyes or tug me along faster. He moved at my pace.
And somehow, that simple thing made my heart settle a little more.
I hadn't fallen head over heels — not yet — but something deep inside me whispered that I was standing at the edge of it. One more step and there would be no turning back.
I looked at him, trying to figure him out like he was some impossible puzzle I had spent years refusing to solv
