Matthew’s POV
After watching her settle on the bed, I leaned against the wall, letting the quiet of the hotel room sink in.
The city lights outside flickered against the glass, but inside, it felt like time slowed down, focusing only on her.
She was exhausted obvious from the slump of her shoulders and the faint shadows under her eyes but stubbornly composed.
That was Sapphire. Always trying to stay in control, even when her body betrayed her.
I couldn’t resist moving a little closer, just enough to feel the subtle warmth radiating from her, without crossing the line.
My hand itched to reach out again, to trace the line of her jaw, to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear but I held myself back. Not tonight. Not yet.
“She’s fighting herself more than me,” I muttered under my
