GARRETT POV
I was standing in my kitchen grinning like an i***t at a coffee machine that had done absolutely nothing to deserve the kind of satisfaction currently blooming in my chest, but I couldn’t help it because for the first time in what felt like centuries my apartment felt like home, simply because Amaranta had breathed against me in it through the night and left something soft and warm lingering in my soul.
It had taken me hours to fall asleep.
Hours. and even when I finally did, I couldn't rest, nightmares filled my mind.
Not because I wasn’t exhausted, not because my body wasn’t begging for rest after the battle and the hospital and the emotional avalanche of everything she had poured into my hands in the dark, but because my mind would not shut up, because every word she ha
