22

LORENA

I’m a lost cause.

I might have been staring at Ales’s sleeping face for the past hour or so, strongly refusing to look away from him.

It’s such a rare occurrence to see him sleep, because I always fall asleep first but after I suggested helping him last night, he laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

So I stroked his hair and sang to him, and we somehow both fell asleep. It was the best sleep I’ve had in ages. No nightmares, and no reminder of who I’m supposed to be.

In fact, it was full of peaceful colors and Ales’s fatally beautiful face. I woke up with a smile on my lips and his erection pressed against my thigh.

Our clothes and my surprisingly intact wedding dress are lying all over the floor, and we smell like each other after the bath we had together before bed.

Ales held me against him, then washed and massaged every inch of my body. To say last night was the best night of my life would be an understatement.