Iva woke to warmth.
Not the artificial warmth of blankets or firelight, but something deeper. Something that seeped into her bones and wrapped around her heart like a second skin. She was nestled against something solid and steady, and for a long, beautiful moment, she didn't open her eyes. She just breathed.
Caleb's arm was curled around her waist, his chest pressed against her back, his breath warm against her hair. They fit together perfectly—two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found each other.
And between them, something buzzed.
It wasn't loud. It wasn't overwhelming. It was soft and constant, like the hum of a distant bee, like the vibration of a plucked string still singing in the air. It pulsed in time with their heartbeats—two hearts that now beat as one.
Iva's eyes flutt
