Chapter Seventy Eight

GAVIN

Her lashes fluttered every now and then. A soft twitch beneath her closed eyes. I could watch her like this for hours. Peaceful. Warm. That stubborn little crease between her brows gone.

She looked beautiful like this.

Her hair spilled over my pillow. The sheet barely covered her. Her arm was curled near her face. She looked small in my bed. But she also looked like she belonged.

I leaned on