SerenaThree months of peace still felt unreal sometimes.After everything—the island, the crash, the gunshots, Dave appearing again like a nightmare that refused to die—quiet days like this almost felt suspicious.But they were real.At least for now.I was sitting in front of the mirror, combing my hair slowly when Ethan walked into the room.He looked unfairly good for someone who had survived a plane crash, a gunfight, and a man who clearly wanted us dead.A dark tailored suit clung to him perfectly, the fabric sharp at his shoulders, the tie slightly loosened like he had already decided formalities were optional. His hair was neatly styled, his jaw clean-shaven, and his presence filled the room before he even spoke.He looked like trouble dressed as a man.My husband.I felt him before I saw him fully.Warm hands slipped around my waist from behind, and his lips brushed the side of my neck.I froze for half a second before smiling.Ethan.“You’re supposed to be resting,” I said s
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