CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: SUNSHOWER

NOVA POV

My body and heart are sore when I wake in the morning. The blinds are still open, sunlight bleeding gently through the thin curtains, painting the room in a lazy gold that feels almost too kind for the way my chest aches.

Every muscle in me is deliciously tender, marked by the hours I’d spent tangled with Grant. Making love.

Not the detached, punishing kind of sex he was used to giving, this was different. It had been slow, consuming, almost reverent ...