Elena's POV
The soft chime of my alarm cut through the stillness of the morning, pulling me from sleep. For a moment, I just lay there, curled against Justin, my cheek pressed against the steady rise and fall of his chest. His warmth cocooned me, his arm heavy across my waist, anchoring me to him like always.
I could've stayed like that forever.
But today wasn't like any other day. Today was Sunday.
And I had asked him , literally begged him , to come with me.
Slowly, I tilted my head up, studying him in the pale light filtering through the curtains. His lashes lay dark against his skin, his jaw still shadowed with sleep. He looked peaceful, but there was a tension there too, even in rest.
Almost as if his body knew what his heart was resisting.
When his eyes fluttered open, that storm-gray gaze instantly finding mine, I knew. He hadn't forgotten.
"Morning," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
