It’s only us now.Everything else fades away.
There’s no past here.
No fear.No lies.
Just us—naked and true—making something new from the wreckage.
Something fierce.Something perfect.
Something forever.
Chapter28
Ego
She fell asleep in my arms, curled against my chest like she was always meant to be there.
And I didn’t move.
Not once.
I just held her, memorizing the rhythm of her breathing.
The quiet sounds she makes when she shifts in her sleep.
The warm weight of her body tucked into mine like the missing piece of a life I didn’t realize was broken until I met her.
Even now, hours later, I’m still holding her.Our legs tangled under the covers, my arms wrapped tight around her like I’m afraid she’ll disappear if I let go.
Because I am afraid.
Not of anything outside.
Of me.
Of losing this.Losing her.
Because I’ve never had anything this good, this pure, this real—and I don’t think I’ll survive if it slips through my fingers again.
The light in the room is soft when I finally blink my eyes open, gray morning filtering through the curtains.
My body’s sore—bruised ribs, shoulder, road rash from where I skidded across that fucking parking garage fighting my idiot brother—but she’s the only thing I feel.
She’s warm against me.Her back to my chest.
My hand spread over her belly, fingers splayed like I’m trying to memorize every curve.
And even in sleep, she fits me.
Like we were made for this.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then to her neck.Her skin tastes like sleep and sweetness and home.
She stirs, shifting against me, and I feel her breath hitch as my hand slides lower.
“Good morning, Angel,” I whisper, voice rough with sleep and everything I’m feeling but don’t know how to say.
She hums, arching her back, and I bite back a groan as my cock hardens against the curve of her ass.
