Chapter 113 One More Day To Breathe

Aria The morning unfolded in slow, lazy strokes, like a painter dragging a brush across a canvas with no hurry, no destination, just the luxury of being alive and untouched by the ticking of clocks, and when I woke, it wasn’t to the sound of alarms or the vibration of urgent calls waiting to steal me back into the chaos I’d been born into, but to the steady rhythm of Ethan’s breathing beside me, his body a furnace of warmth tangled in the same silk sheets that still carried the faint, lingering scent of what we had done to each other under the heavy moonlight.