Jax's heart swelled in his chest, a feeling so profound it was almost painful.
He reached up, gently brushing a stray strand of sweat-dampened hair from her cheek, his thumb stroking her soft skin.
"Yes, you can," he murmured, his voice thick with an emotion he couldn't name. "And it's the most beautiful sight in the world."
He watched as her eyes, those incredible, newly-opened windows to her soul, darted around the room again, taking in details with a childlike wonder.
She looked at the melted wax pooling around the candle bases, at the intricate patterns the flickering light cast on the ceiling, at the deep red of the sheets tangled around their legs.
Then her gaze returned to him, and the wonder in her eyes was replaced by something deeper, something that looked suspiciously like love.
But even as she marveled at her new sight, Jax could see the evidence of their frantic, passionate coupling.
