Pauline's POV
Sunlight streamed through the windows, painting golden stripes across my bare skin. I remained perfectly still, afraid that moving might shatter whatever spell had carried me through the night. My body hummed with a lingering fire, every cell remembering the electricity that had coursed between us just hours before.
I shifted my head on the pillow and my heart stuttered. Logan lay beside me, his powerful chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His face, usually sharp with tension and cold calculation, had softened in sleep. His lips were slightly parted, revealing a vulnerability I never imagined existed beneath his iron exterior.
For the first time in years, he looked at peace.
But even in sleep, a small line creased his brow, as if some invisible weight pressed down on him. Without thinking, I reached out and smoothed that worry line with my thumb. His skin felt like warm silk under my touch.
The memories crashed into me all at once.
