ELARA’S POVWhen I opened the bathroom door, steam billowing out around me, I froze.Knox sat on my bed.Just sitting there like it was the most natural thing in the world, his back against the headboard, boots kicked off, my new romance novel…the one I’d started yesterday…open in his hands.He looked up when I appeared, his eyes tracking over my face, my damp hair, the oversized shirt that hung to mid-thigh.“Happy birthday, princess,” he said quietly.The towel I’d been using to dry my hair slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud.Everything I’d been holding back…all the loneliness, the longing, the desperate ache of missing him…came crashing down at once.Tears spilled over, hot and fast, streaming down my face.“Elara…” Knox started to stand, concern flashing across his features.But I was already running.I crossed the room in three strides and launched myself at him. My legs wrapped around his waist as his arms came up instinctively to catch me, his hands gr
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