Maxwell POV

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Amelia nestled beside me. Her breathing was steady, her face serene in slumber. For a moment, I allowed myself the indulgence of simply watching her, memorizing the delicate curve of her lips and the way her lashes rested against her cheeks.

She was so beautiful.

A pang of guilt tugged at me. On numerous occasions, I had withdrawn from her, retreating ...