Enya pov

The morning feels like a fairytale. It's been a while since I last woke up and felt this safe. Even though I can defend myself, it feels good to be with someone who stands in front of me like a rock wall. No matter how many imperfections and cracks Vince has, he won't budge an inch when it comes to my safety.

I turn to look at the handsome man I'm proud to call mine. There are millions of women, but he has eyes only for me, despite the scars and burdens I carry. I place a hand on his cheek and sigh. I didn't think this day...