Chapter 83

Liam

The morning came earlier than I expected.

And I had to admit, it was hard for me to actually process the fact that it was morning. I did not want to. I just wanted to live with the peace of how we had lived yesterday.

The faint glow of the sun slipped past the curtains, brushing across the bed where Alaria was still curled under the blankets. Her breathing was steady, peaceful, the strands of her hair falling across her face.

I found myself smiling as I looked at her, knowing that she was at peace, content, and maybe even allowing herself to give in to something that she did not know she needed.

For a long moment, I didn’t move. I just looked at her. The woman I’d nearly lost a hundred times over, the woman who had every reason to hate me, was sleeping in my bed again. And I couldn’t bring myself to disturb that peace. I couldn't bring myself to even think about moving, let alone the idea of not having her in my bed again.

Careful