Opal's POV
Opal had never woken up feeling this content.
For the first time in weeks, there was no weight pressing down on her chest, no whispers in the back of her mind, no dread curling in her stomach.
Just warmth.
Just Kael.
His arms were wrapped securely around her, his bare chest pressed against her back, his steady breathing fanning against the curve of her neck. His scent surrounded her, a mix of cedar and something distinctly him, and Gods, she loved it.
His presence felt like safety. Like something she had been missing without realizing it.
It felt right.
She wasn't sure how long she had been awake, simply enjoying the rare moment of peace, soaking in the closeness. The way his hand rested just beneath her ribs, fingers occasionally flexing as if even in sleep, he was afraid to let her go.
A slow smile curled her lips. She liked this.
Maybe too much.
