Eve’s POV
Eve woke to the steady rhythm of Ryan’s heartbeat beneath her ear.
For a moment, she lay perfectly still, listening to that sound, the slow and peaceful rise and fall of his chest. The early morning light streamed faintly through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and quiet calm. It felt unreal, too serene, too soft, after everything they had been through.
His arm was draped over her waist, firm but gentle, his body curved protectively around hers. His breath was warm against her neck, steady, unhurried. She turned her head slightly, studying his face. He looked younger in his sleep, free of the hardness that usually tightened his features. There was no trace of anger or restraint, just quiet contentment, and for the first time in a long time, she all
