ANASTASIA’S POV

The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the sheets as I stirred, still curled in Isaac’s arms. His warmth pressed against me as I listened to the soft rise and fall of his chest.

I shifted and I felt something against my neck. My fingers grazed it. It was a necklace, matching the ankle bracelet from last night. This time, it had my initials glinting in gold.

A smile tugged at my lips, and I nuzzled into him, inhaling his scent.

I leaned up ...