Avery was still lying on the bed, her thoughts in disarray. The morning sunlight peeking in through the gaps between her curtains, casting a golden warmth over her room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner and the occasional chirping of birds outside were the only sounds accompanying the steady thumping of her heart. She was curled under the blanket, but not from the cold—her skin was still warm from the tangled mess of emotions she had just experienced.
She didn't know how long she had been lying in Silas's arms. When she had first fallen asleep, they were on opposite sides of the bed. But by morning, she had woken up with her cheek resting against his chest and his arms wrapped snugly around her waist. Her breath caught in her throat as she blinked up at him. And as if sensing her stare, Silas stirred.
