Alex’s POV

If I could bottle up time, I would’ve done it here.

In this little paradise where Leah's laughter echoed through marble villas and the ocean whispered secrets meant only for us.

Our last morning in the resort was drenched in sunlight. Leah was still sleeping, her hand draped over my chest like a soft reminder that this woman—this beautiful, wild, tender woman was mine.

I didn't move, I didn't want to wake her, I just stared at her. Memorizing her features all over ...