Serena lay still long after her breathing had evened out
.
The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the steady rise and fall of Alexander's chest beneath her cheek.
His arm was wrapped securely around her waist, possessive yet gentle, as though even in sleep he was afraid she might slip away.
She stared into the darkness, her thoughts anything but calm.
This time had been different. It was not rushed, neither was it clouded.
It was not a coincidence or circumstance. This time, had fully and consciously chosen him.
Her fingers curled slowly against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the undeniable proof that he was real. That this was real. And suddenly, the weight of it pressed down on her far heavier than grief ever had.
Alexander shifted beside her, tightening his hold instinctively.
"You're awake," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
"Yes," she whispered in a reply.
