When they were finally inside their room, Adam reached for Sofia, drawing her into his arms as though the world outside didn't exist. He lowered his lips to her forehead, lingering there with a kiss that spoke of devotion, of promises he didn't even need to say aloud.
"You know how much I love you, right?" His voice was low, husky, a mixture of tenderness and urgency.
Sofia's lips curved into a soft smile. No matter how many times he said it, the words never lost their power. Every reminder made her heart swell, made her feel grateful beyond measure that this man—this guarded, stubborn man—was hers.
"Of course I know," she whispered back, her voice trembling with quiet joy. "And I love you too, Adam. More than I ever thought possible."
He cupped her face in his palm, his thumb brushing gently along her cheekbone, his dark eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. He didn't look away, didn't blink, as if he could read every secret she tried to hide.
