Lola's POV

I woke up slowly, feeling warm and safe. My cheek was pressed against something solid. Something that moved up and down.

Morgan's chest.

I opened my eyes. We were still in the park, still on the grass under the tree. The lanterns around us had dimmed. The sky was dark and full of stars.

I lifted my head and looked at Morgan. His eyes were closed. His breathing was deep and even. He looked peaceful. Younger somehow.

I reached up and touched his face. Traced my finger along his ...