Chapter 54

Maeve’s POV

The first thing I registered wasn’t the light or the sound of the ocean. It was the weight.

A heavy, warm arm was draped across my waist, pinning me to a chest that felt like solid marble.

My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked against the soft morning sun streaming through the porthole, casting golden ribs across the silk sheets.

For a second, I forgot where I was. Then, memory hit me