Hazel’s POV
I waited until Nicholas’s breathing became deep and steady.
He was finally asleep, one arm draped heavily over my waist, his face buried in my neck. For a long moment, I just lay there listening to his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. He looked so peaceful like this. My strong, protective husband.
Carefully, I slipped out from under his arm. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I held my breath until he settled again, then climbed out of bed as quietly as possible. My body still ached from everything that had happened earlier, but the need to know the truth pushed me forward.
I pulled on a pair of shorts and grabbed one of Nicholas’s large shirts, sliding it over my head. It smelled like him…that wild, powerful scent that drove me crazy. I slipped my
