The next morning dawned bright. Elise stirred awake to the faint scrape of Alejandro moving about as he prepared for work. He was at the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks, as the morning light caught against his sharp jaw.

She watched him quietly, her heart twisting. Despite everything, there was no denying what she felt when she looked at him.

Alejandro caught her eyes in the mirror, and his lips curved faintly. “You’re awake.”

“Mm,” she hummed, pushing herself up.

He crossed the room, pressing a kiss to her forehead. His hand lingered on her cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” she admitted softly, though her chest warmed under his tenderness....