Chapter 54.
Clara’s POV
The first thing I felt was warmth… quiet morning warmth slipping across my skin. I blinked slowly, the world still a blur, and stretched just a little under the covers.
And then I saw him, across the room.
Maxwell stood by the small table… arranging plates, fixing napkins, adjusting a cup like he wanted everything to be perfect. The sunlight from the wide windows fell over his shoulders, making him look calm… gentle… and so painfully handsome that my sleepy heart skipped.
He must have heard the rustle of the blanket, because he turned almost immediately.
“Good morning, Clara…” he said softly, his voice warm like he had been waiting for me to wake up.
I blinked, still surprised he noticed.
“How did you know I was awake…?” I asked, my voice still small and r
