LOGINThe engines went quiet at six. The hull met the pier. The crew moved above us. River light came through the porthole, grey and silver, crossing the ceiling in slow panels. She was on her side facing me. Her hair across the pillow. Her mouth softly parted in the way that belonged only to sleep. I
Edward’s POV The hull rose and settled with the slow pull of the river. I lay in the dark with my jacket on the floor and my shoes beside it and listened to the boat. The timber. The joins. The engine below running its low faithful count. The porthole showed clouds. The moon behind it traced the
"I fell off a bicycle when I was seven," I said. "Broke my arm. The left one." "You're afraid of the dark," he said. "You sleep with the curtain open so the street light comes in. You never told me directly but I worked it out in the third month." I set down my wine. "You remember that." "I remem
Alicia's POV The dress arrived at four. I found the box on Elena's table. Black paper, no ribbon, his handwriting stark on the card: The water. Inside, folded in tissue, was the black silk from the wardrobe at the estate. The one I had left hanging there. I showered. I pinned my hair up. At seve
Edward's POV The grey light filled the room. Alicia's leg lay across mine, heavy with sleep. Her hair spread on my shoulder, across the pillow. Her palm rested on my chest, rising and falling with my breath. The arm beneath her had gone numb hours ago. I flexed my fingers until the pins and needl
Alicia's POV He was on the floor. I looked at him until the silence found its shape. He looked back. The full version of him. Just Edward on the floor, his eyes on mine, waiting without arranging what he was waiting for. "We never chose each other," he said. "Let me choose you." "Then start,"
Edward's POV The boardroom emptied at four‑thirty. Cold coffee sat in a chipped mug. My phone lay facedown on the table. In my mind, the guest list played on repeat: the Carters. Jennifer Caldwell. Senator Whitmore. Three board members have been circling since my father's death. Waiting. They didn
She arched against me, back bowing, breasts pressing against my chest. Her nails found my forearms now, digging in. "Edward—" I didn’t answer. Just kept moving, taking what was mine, what she’d already decided to give. What we both needed. Her body trembled beneath my hands. Her breath came in r
"Wasn't it?" I stepped closer, exhaustion making me bolder than usual. "Elena saw you, Edward. She saw how you looked at her. How do you let her touch you?" His composure cracked slightly. "Elena doesn't understand—" "She understands perfectly." My voice was quiet but steady. "She understands that
Alicia's POV I leaned against the cold hospital wall, phone pressed to my ear as Elena's voice cut through the fog in my head. "I've already told the office you're taking emergency family leave," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "I may have implied you're having a breakdown, but honestly,







