The covers had slipped off his lean, muscular shoulders, and the early morning rays caressed his pale skin. He lay on his stomach, arms beneath the pillow, breathing peacefully, his dark hair falling over his eyes. That he was mine forever: my husband, my knight.
Sometimes, it was still hard to believe that he was here, that this wasn’t a dream or a mirage or a figment of my imagination. Pausing in the doorframe, I took advantage of the serene moment just to watch him, a tiny flutter going through my stomach. Pale light streamed through the half-open curtains, settling around the still-sleeping form of a Winter sidhe. “Wandering back into the bedroom, my gaze immediately strayed to the large bed along the wall and the lump beneath the covers. Born place: in Chicago, Illinois, The United States
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