(Aaliyah’s POV)
The warmth of the afternoon sun filtered through my bedroom curtains, casting a bright, golden glow across the room.
Jaime's bad arm was draped over my stomach. Despite my protests and worry, he had taken the sling off, assuring me that not touching me would cause him much more duress as his fingers traced gentle, lazy patterns on my skin. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against my back was soothing, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a deep sense of peace, one that almost lulled me to sleep.
But how could I sleep when I wanted nothing more than to live in this perfect moment… to preserve it forever?
I don’t know how long we lay there, cuddling in our tiny space free from the outside world and all the worries it brought… wrapped up in each other, whi
