Chloe’s POV

The morning came slowly, calmly and peaceful. Memories of yesterday night still fresh and beautiful in my head. I woke up slowly, not because of noise or fear or pain, but because I felt watched.

Not the kind that makes your skin crawl.

But the kind that feels warm, like protection.

I opened my eyes and found Jake already awake, lying on his side, his head propped on his hand, staring at me like I was something fragile and rare. Morning light spilled through ...