The morning after Maya's proposal, Knox woke her with a kiss.
She stirred, smiling before she even opened her eyes. His lips were warm on hers, gentle and full of promise. She felt his hand cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. The kiss deepened, and she felt herself melt into him, her body remembering the night before, the joy that had flooded through her. She'd never felt so loved, so safe, so certain of the future. She could feel the warmth of the morning sun on her skin, the softness of the sheets beneath her, the steady rhythm of his heart against hers. It was a perfect moment, the kind she'd never dared to dream of, the kind she'd thought was reserved for other people.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
"Morning." She opened her eyes, meeting his
