Chapter One Hundred And Forty Three
The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a soft, golden glow across the tangled white sheets. The heavy, dark storm of the night before had completely cleared, leaving behind a crisp, bright city sky. I woke up slowly, my body feeling heavy and deeply relaxed, a stark contrast to the rigid, aching tension I had carried for the past week.
Before I even opened my eyes, I felt him. Khalid was lying right beside me, his massive arm wrapped securely around my waist, anchoring me tightly against his warm, solid chest. His steady, rhythmic breathing vibrated against my shoulder blades, a comforting rhythm that instantly made me feel safe. The scent of him—clean skin, expensive woodsy cologne
