Rose’s POV
I woke up wrapped in the soft warmth of Jack’s arms, his steady breath tickling the back of my neck. The morning light slipped through the curtains, gentle and golden, casting a glow across the room. My engagement ring caught the rays, sparkling on my finger like a promise carved into something real—a dream I could touch. My heart swelled as I shifted just enough to look at him, drinking in the sight of his sleeping face. His strong jaw was relaxed, softened by sleep, and his dark lashes rested against his cheeks, casting faint shadows. He looked peaceful, unguarded in a way that made me want to freeze this moment forever.
For the first time in what felt like ages, a quiet peace settled over me, wrapping me up like a warm blanket. No nightmares haunted the edges of my mind, no
