Elias’s POV

When I opened my eyes, the room was still dim. The light coming through the small window was soft and gentle, like it was trying not to wake us too fast.

Ronan was beside me.

We were not tangled the way we had been that other morning, but we were close. Close enough that our arms touched, that I felt his warmth before I even fully woke up.

For a moment, I just lay there and breathed.

My mind was not racing. My chest was not tight. My body did not feel like it was running from ...