SILAS POV
For the first time since I could remember, nothing felt wrong for two days straight.
That thought should have scared me. It probably would have, once. Happiness was the space before the next blow. But this—this didn’t feel fragile. It didn’t feel borrowed.
It felt earned.
The hot springs had stripped us down to something simple. Not just naked skin, but naked truths. Steam curling around Helena’s shoulders as she leaned back against me, her head tipped to the side so I could kiss the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Water lapping gently at the stone, the faint mineral scent clinging to everything. We talked about nothing and everything at once.
About the boys. About stupid things we’d missed. About the secret life as bookish artist she’d built when she was a teen that some h
