ELI'S POV
I lay on the bed, my body was still tingling from last night, wrapped in the remnants of warmth and passion that lingered between us. Armand's arm rests lightly over me, his steady breath caressing the nape of my neck. This thing between us was love—real, undeniable love—that filled me from the moment I woke up, and I was drowning in it.
I let my eyes flutter open, just enough to see the soft light of morning creeping in through the curtains, casting a glow over everything. His skin, his hair—it is like something out of a dream, and for once, it feels like I am living in it. The doubt that usually gnaws at the edges of my mind was gone. All I felt was peace. This gentle, consuming warmth that I never imagined was possible.
