|Nieves|
In the end, I fell asleep wrapped in Kairos’ arms, the weight of the day melting into the warmth of his embrace.
No one came to wake us for dinner. Not a single knock, not a whisper at the door. It was as if the entire estate knew better than to interrupt us. Maybe they did.
By the time I stirred, sunlight was already streaming in through the sheer curtains, painting golden lines across the bed. For a moment, I blinked against the brightness, slowly recalling what we’d missed—the dinner.
But I didn’t move. I didn’t rush to get up or call for the attendants waiting just outside the room.
Instead, I stayed there, curled into Kairos’ side, my cheek resting on the steady rise and fall of his chest. His arm was still draped around me, fingers curled gently against my waist as thou
