Nobela ni I am the morning star

SEBASTIAN'S POV“So… husband,” Eli murmured against my skin, voice still thick with sleep as the first light of morning spilled across our tangled sheets. “You regretting it yet? Because I can still return the ring if you’re having second thoughts.”I laughed softly, tracing the new ring on his finger with my thumb, feeling the cool metal that now bound us. “Only that we didn’t do this sooner. Morning, husband. God, saying it out loud still feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from.”The morning after the wedding, the guest house felt different, like it had finally settled into its purpose after witnessing so many of our stolen moments. Sunlight poured through the windows we’d cracked open last night, carrying the fresh scent of dew-kissed grass from the yard. Eli was still half-asleep beside me, one arm slung heavily across my waist, his face pressed into my neck. His breathing was slow and even. I lay there for a long time just listening to it, feeling the new ring on my finge

SEBASTIAN'S POVThe morning of the wedding dawned bright and cool, the kind of spring day that felt like it had been waiting for them all along. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the guest house, casting gentle patterns across the wooden floor. Birds chirped outside, and a soft breeze carried the faint scent of blooming flowers from the garden nearby. It was perfect—almost too perfect, like the universe was finally giving them a break after years of chaos.Sebastian stood in front of the mirror, fingers shaking slightly as he tried to fix his tie for the third time. The navy suit felt both too formal and exactly right, hugging his shoulders in a way that made him feel both grown-up and strangely vulnerable. His hair was messy no matter how many times he brushed it, a few stubborn strands refusing to cooperate. He stared at his reflection, heart hammering against his ribs. This was real. Today was the day.Eli appeared behind him in the reflection, already dressed in his black

SEBASTIAN'S POVThe week before the wedding felt like someone had hit fast-forward on life while also making time crawl. Every morning started the same way — waking up tangled with Eli in the guest house, his arm heavy across my waist, warm breath on the back of my neck. I’d lie there for a few extra minutes just listening to him breathe, trying to memorize how it felt before everything changed again.This morning was no different.“You’re thinking too loud,” Eli mumbled, voice sleepy and rough as he pulled me closer, nuzzling into my neck.I smiled against his shoulder. “Can’t help it. We’re getting married in six days.”Eli cracked one eye open, squinting at me. “You regretting it yet?”“Never.” I pressed a slow kiss to his jaw. “Just… can’t believe it’s real. After everything.”He rolled us so I was underneath him, looking down at me with that soft, steady look that still made my stomach flip. “It’s real, Seb. You’re stuck with me now, Hale. No take-backs.”“Already changed my last

“Jasmine, I swear to God if you steal one more piece of bacon off my plate I’m actually fighting you right here in the kitchen,” Eli said, yanking his plate closer like it was treasure.Jasmine leaned back in her chair with zero shame, already chewing loudly with a massive grin. “You wouldn’t hit me. I’m basically your sister-in-law now. That’s illegal in at least three states. Plus I’m adorable. Right, Lucas?”Lucas didn’t even glance up from his newspaper, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “You’re eating my food. That makes you family whether I like it or not.”Bianca burst out laughing so hard she nearly choked on her orange juice. Maya rubbed her back gently, trying not to laugh herself. “Breathe, babe. You’re gonna die before you even get to give your dramatic wedding speech.”“Speaking of the wedding!” Jasmine slammed both hands on the table, eyes lighting up like she’d just discovered fire. “Basketball court — yes or no? I need details. Am I allowed to do cartwheels down th

SEBASTIAN'S POVThe morning was cold and quiet, the kind of early where the whole world still felt half-asleep. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, just painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. Eli and I slipped out of the guest house without waking anyone, our breaths fogging in the crisp air as we walked across campus. No backpacks. No rush. Just us and the empty paths we’d walked a thousand times before.Our hands brushed a few times before Eli finally laced our fingers together. His palm was warm against mine.“You nervous?” he asked quietly.“Not really,” I said. “Just… feels big. Being here again.”We reached the basketball court as the first real light started touching the faded lines. The court looked exactly the same — cracked pavement, slightly bent rim on one hoop, the center circle worn from years of sneakers. It was completely empty. Completely ours.We walked to the middle and stopped right on the center circle. The same spot where everything had started.Neither of us sp

SEBASTIAN'S POVEli stayed completely still inside me, buried deep, his body tense and trembling. His breath was hot against my neck as he processed what I’d just said. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out and set the toys aside before collapsing beside me. He uncuffed my wrists and pulled me into his chest, arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go.“Sebastian…” His voice was rough, wrecked. “You really just asked me to marry you while I was balls-deep inside you?”I let out a shaky laugh, face pressed against his sweaty chest. “Yeah. I did.”Eli pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes soft and intense at the same time. “You mean it? For real? Not just because I fucked you stupid?”“I mean it,” I whispered, tracing my fingers over his jaw. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I don’t want some big fancy wedding with a thousand people watching. I just want you. I want to stand in front of the people who actually matter and promise I’m choosing you every single day.