The morning sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our suite, casting long, golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floors. The air smells of fresh timber, crushed pine, and the rich, dark aroma of brewing coffee. It is a peaceful, ordinary smell.
I lie still for a moment, listening to the steady, rhythmic breathing of the man beside me. Kade is on his back, his right arm draped heavily over my waist. His face is relaxed in deep sleep. The harsh, silver-rimmed tension that used to define his features is entirely gone.
I shift slightly, wincing as a dull, familiar ache flares in my left shoulder. The nerve damage is healing, but the cold autumn air makes it stiff. I look down at my left hand. Resting on the heavy duvet is the ring Kade gave me last night. It is a simpl
