Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One : Perfectly
Veronica’s POV
I woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth over the room. His arms were still around me, his breathing steady and calm. I watched him for a moment, taking in the peaceful expression on his face.
Slowly, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A sleepy smile spread across his lips. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
"Good morning," I replied, feeling a rush of affection. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I have in a long time," he said, pulling me closer. "How about you?"
"Perfectly," I said, snuggling into his chest. "I feel so at peace with you."
He kissed the top of my head, his fingers gently stroking my hair. "I feel the same way
