Stephanie's POV
The first thing I saw was him. The sun was just beginning to rise and it's gray soft light was spilling through the curtains. My eyes slowly adjusted to the day. He was asleep.
He was turned toward me, face relaxed. The usual hardness, the tight jaw, all gone. He almost looked… gentle. I didn't think that was possible.
I let my gaze wander over his face. Alright, fine. He was handsome. Painfully handsome. But it wasn't just his jawline or his mouth, though those could ruin a girl's peace of mind. It was more than that—something about the way he looked even in rest. Like he carried power in his bones. Even asleep, he looked like he could command a room.
My eyes drifted lower, to his shoulder, his arm, the ink curling across his skin where the sheet had slipped down. He looked solid. Real. The kind of man who could break you in half but still hold you steady if he wanted to.
