Drake's POV:
Looking at her still sleeping beside me, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The calm rise and fall of her chest, the soft, contented expression on her face, and the gentle way her body nestled into the bed spoke to a part of me that had been numb for far too long. Last night had been a whirlwind of passion and raw need, a testament to the depth of my feelings for her. I had fought so hard against my desire, convinced that our bond was a betrayal of my parents' memory, but as I lay here now, I knew the truth: I couldn't let her go.
