The morning sun was shining softly through the bedroom window and Elena could feel the warmth on her skin as her eyes opened.
Her lips instantly spread into a smile. Her heart still fluttering from the night before. She still remembered how his hands felt on her skin, his voice in her ear, whispering those three sacred words she never thought she’d hear from him.
"I love you."
He had said it. And not in the heat of passion or as some casual utterance—it had been real.
And the way he had looked at her. With so much love, so much affection.
The night they shared had been different. Not rough or dominant like before. No. It had been tender… meaningful. A slow burning fire that left her breathless.
She reached over to his side of the bed, it was empty. She ran her hand across the now c
