CHAPTER 65 Threads of the Ocean

  Angela stirred awake, her senses lulled by the soft rhythm of the ocean waves outside. Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting delicate golden patterns on the bed where she lay entwined with Edmund. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close even in sleep, as though afraid she might slip away, his warmth a comfort she'd grown to treasure.

  She lay still for a moment, savoring the sound of his steady breathing and the distant rhythm of waves crashing against the shore. She tilted her head, watching the way the morning light kissed his face, softening the sharp lines of his jaw and highlighting the vulnerability that few others ever saw. A smile tugged at her lips as she studied his serene expression. His dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, and his jawline, often so commanding, was softened in the morning light.