Faith’s POV

After what happened between me and Austin’s mother that afternoon, he suddenly changed. He became gentle with me. He accompanied me to dinner and even served my food—something he had never done in the more than two months we’ve been together.

Now, we’re lying side by side in bed. My head rests on his arm while he holds me in his embrace. He’s quiet, not saying a single word, which is a bit irritating. I can feel the heat of his body despite the cold room. He’s ...