SOPHIA’S POV
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my lips. The pleasant memories of last night came rushing to me as I turned around.
Jace was still asleep.
His hand rested on my waist, and his fingers lightly traced my skin even in his sleep, as if his body refused to let me go.
His hair was a mess, his face calm and softer than I’d seen it in weeks. He looked so handsome I wanted to kiss him. But I knew he needed to sleep.
He was tired.
We had stayed up almost all night, making love and talking about our relationship.
For a moment, I just lay there watching him — the man who could break me with a word, yet somehow made me crave his warmth like air.
The sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting his bare shoulder in gold.
I brushed a strand of hair away from hi
