Ella

I’m not sure what time it is. Ryatt picked me up and carried me out of the tub hours ago, laying me in bed with so much tenderness it nearly broke my heart.

We’ve been lying here ever since. My cheek rests against his arm while his other one cradles me, his hand tucked under my breast.

He’s asleep. His rhythmic breathing is the only sound in the room other than the rain softly padding against the foggy windows. The fire burned out long ago, and the room is cast ...