Ethan’s POV
I watched her from the doorway as she stood on our rooftop terrace months later, the city lights glittering like a thousand silent witnesses behind her.
Aria laughed softly at something on her phone, the sound light and unguarded. Her fingers drifted unconsciously to the faint scar on her side, tracing it through the thin silk of her robe. The mark was small now, barely noticeable, but to me, it would always be a reminder of the night I almost lost everything.
She looked peaceful. Whole. Mine.
And I knew I couldn’t carry the weight of my secret any longer.
I stepped outside and wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her firmly against my chest. My chin rested on her head, breathing her in a warm and familiar way.
She leaned into me instantly, trusting, soft.
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