Hunter’s POV.
The morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the sleeping Allie. I watched her breathe, her chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm, my gaze tender and adoring as I lightly traced her features.
My mind drifted back to the day I first saw her, that fateful moment seared into my memory. It was my first day at school, and there she was—a vision of beauty with gleaming hazel eyes and long, dark hair—sitting alone, immersed in a book. She captured my heart from that very moment.
That day, when I first saw Allie, her beauty struck me like a bolt of lightning—sudden, intense, and unforgettable. It was a moment etched into my memory, a flash of her gleaming hazel eyes, the sway of her long, dark hair like a cascade of silk. I remembered asking
