Arec's POV:
I lay on the bed, taking in Ella's peaceful form. The curve of her cheek resting on the pillow and the slow, steady rise and fall of her breathing, something inside me felt irrevocably changed.
It was deeper than anything I'd felt before, a mix of pride, protectiveness, and a sense of belonging I'd never expected.
My gaze drifted around the room, my lips twitching at the sight.
Our clothes lay scattered in every direction, a blouse draped over the nightstand, her skirt barely clinging to the edge of the bedpost, and my shirt tossed carelessly on the floor.
It looked like a storm had torn through, only this one was one I wouldn't trade for the world. I let out a low chuckle, remembering the first and only other time we'd shared a bed.
