ANDRÉ’S POV
The next morning arrived quietly, as if the world outside knew better than to disturb what had been rebuilt in the dark. The golden light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long strips of sun across the floor and the tangled sheets. But that wasn’t what woke me, It was her. Genevieve.
Her body fit against mine like we’d been made for this moment. Her leg was hooked carelessly over my hip, her bare skin warm against mine, grounding me more than the mattress beneath us ever could. One of her hands rested on my chest, splayed out like even in sleep, she didn’t want to lose her hold on me. Like some part of her feared I’d vanish.
And maybe I would have if it hadn’t been for her. I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.
I just stayed there, still and silent, watching her breathe.
There was a calmness in her now, a serenity I hadn’t seen in her since the day I met her. Her face, usually drawn tight with some kind of fear or fire, was soft, unguarded. Her lashes fluttered slightl
