HANNI POV

I woke up sore and weak from last night encounter to find his arms roped tightly around me. The air in the room was heavy from all our lovemaking. Every nerve of my skin buzzing with the ghost of his touch. I lay curled up, under the covers by Alfred’s side, my head on his chest, my ear pressed against the steady rhythmic drum of his heart.

His arm was a solid weight around me, his fingers tracing possessive patterns on my bare shoulders, I never wanted to move. For this moment to end. This was perfection. This was peace.

“Hanni,” He murmured, his voice low. A music...