Nathaniel’s POVI didn’t know how to describe the feeling exactly.Maybe it was relief, maybe bliss… or maybe it was simply having Lillian back in my space, in my arms, like she belonged. After everything, the chaos, the heartbreak, the loss… I had her again.And this time, I wasn’t letting her go.The hidden room in my office had become our little sanctuary over the last few days.At night, when everyone else thought the building was empty, she would still be there, curled up on the couch with my hoodie on, or sprawled across the cushions with that sleepy, sated smile that made me want to kiss every inch of her skin again.We didn’t just fall into each other, we crashed, over and over again. We made love like we were making up for every second lost, like our bodies were making promises our mouths were still too afraid to speak.But there were words too.Conversations between breathless kisses and early morning silences.Real talks.Honest ones.One night, while her head was on my che
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