Amelia POV

The morning sun filtered softly through the bedroom curtains, painting golden streaks across the sheets. I lay still for a moment, warmth lingering from the quiet intimacy of last night. Maxwell had let down his guard, even if only for a brief second, and I couldn’t stop replaying that moment in my mind. The way his voice had softened, the way he hadn’t pulled away when I touched his hand—it was enough to make my heart flutter.

A small, embarrassed smile crept onto my lips, my ...