Luther POV

I stayed still beside her, afraid that if I moved even a little she would wake up. Her hand was still gripping my shirt like she feared I would disappear if she let go. I stared at the ceiling, listening to her breathing. Slow. Calm. Trusting.

I had not been trusted like this in a long time.

Rose shifted closer, her head resting against my chest. I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of my shirt. My heart was beating so loud I was sure she could hear it even in ...