The living room was still, save for the soft, shallow rhythm of their breathing.
Eve sat on the floor first, legs trembling too much to hold her up any longer. Ryan followed, his back against the couch, chest rising and falling heavily. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Their bodies were still humming, skin flushed, breaths uneven. It felt as though something inside them had snapped and realigned, broken and re-formed into a shape that finally made sense.
Eve let out a tiny laugh, exhausted and breathless.
Ryan turned his head just enough to look at her.
She was glowing.
Not in the poetic, flowery way he used to scoff at, but truly glowing. A warmth on her skin, a softness in her eyes, a peace in her shoulders. He had never seen her this alive in his home. Not once. Not in three ye
