Rain.
The room is quiet when I wake up and the first thing I notice is the light and the steady breathing of Rhys beside me.
With my cheek pressed to the pillow, I watch him sleep.
He looks… peaceful. The sharp edges that usually define him, the wicked smirk, the calculating glint in his eyes are all gone. His lashes fan dark against his cheekbones, his mouth is slightly parted, and one arm is flung across me holding me tight even in sleep.
Last night crashes over me in waves of memories that makes my body tingle.
I smile into the pillow now, the memory curling warm in my chest. Until I remember those three problematic words, “I love you.”
And I grow cold.
Rhysand stirs, opening his eyes to find me staring.
A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face.
“Morning,” he murmurs, voice r
