Home in His Arms

Cora's POV

The sheets smelled like him.

Musk and rich wood. I'd forgotten how much I'd missed that familiar scent until I stepped out of the shower and slipped into his bed.

Our bed, technically. The room I'd stayed in during those months before everything fell apart.

Nothing had changed. The same navy duvet, the same throw pillows I never used, the same view of the city lights through floor-to-ce