POV: Darius
The morning light was already creeping in through the curtains when I finally opened my eyes. And for once, in so many years, I wasn’t up before sunrise.
A glance at the clock on the nightstand told me why—9:15 a.m.
I turned my head slightly, and there she was.
Adriana.
She was still asleep, her face looked relaxed, her lips were parted a little, her hair was spread across the pillow. She looked so peaceful, so small against the wide bed that it made something in my chest tighten.
God, she looked so beautiful.
These past few days she’d been yawning a lot, always tired, and I’d brushed it off as her being excited about the trip. But seeing her now, I wondered if maybe I should’ve insisted she rested more.
I pushed myself up slowly, careful not to wake her.
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