CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

My eyes flutter open to the faint light of dawn coming through the large bay windows across the bedroom. I yawn and stretch my limbs happily, having the first truly good night of sleep in three days, having slept beside Gavin.

Except for being woken up twice to make love in the late hours of last night, I feel more rested than I have in what feels like a very long time.

I press my face into the pillow and let my eyes wander over to Gavin who’s sleeping soundly beside me. His arm is stretched around my waist while he sleeps, as if he can’t help but touch me, be close to me even as he sleeps in a deep slumber.

His face is lit with the morning sun and gently, I skim my fingers down his cheek where I can barely see the bruising and cuts from the accident. God, he’s gorgeous. It still seems unreal that this man is mine.

“Love you,” I whisper into the hollow of his neck and press a kiss there.

“Hmm,” he hums in his sleep, and I carefully slip out of bed, softly step onto the hardwood flo