Sage
The first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, turning the moonlight’s silver into a softer gray. My eyes opened slowly, body heavy but healed, the ache from last night a satisfying reminder rather than pain.
Eve was curled against me, face tucked into my chest, one leg thrown over mine, breathing deep and even in sleep. Her hair spilled wild across the pillow and my arm, lips slightly parted, skin still flushed from everything we’d done.
She looked peaceful. Utterly spent.
And so f*****g beautiful it hurt.
I didn’t move for a long minute, just watched her, memorizing the way the early light caught on her lashes and the faint marks I’d left on her throat and shoulders. My marks. Proof she was mine.
Carefully, I eased my arm from under her head, replacing it with a pillow so
