Chapter-52

Amara stirred in the soft morning light that streamed through the curtains, the golden glow casting a warm hue on the room. The air carried the refreshing scent of rain-kissed earth, a reminder of the storm that had passed. Groggily, she opened her eyes, feeling a sense of confusion until the memories of the night before flooded back.

As the sleepiness wavered, Amara became conscious of strong arms encircling her waist, a comforting warmth pressed against her back. She blinked, the details of the room coming into focus, and then turned her head slightly to find Rhys sleeping peacefully beside her. His tousled hair and relaxed expression softened the rugged edges of his features.

Her cheeks flushed as she felt something warm tickling her neck. Rhys had nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his breath sending a gentle shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel tingles at the unexpected tenderness.

Growing more aware, Amara shifted, attempting to free herse