Leah’s POV

The city lights had dimmed behind the drawn curtains, and the hum of traffic was a distant lullaby. In the quiet warmth of my apartment, we stood there—just the two of us—his arms around me, our bodies aligned like two puzzle pieces that had finally figured out how to fit.

He looked down at me, his hands still resting at my waist, and his eyes searched mine.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

I didn’t answer with words. I just reached up and touched his cheek, letting my thumb ...