Chapter 58 Do You Love Him?

• Anastasia
• The first thing I became aware of was the warmth. Not just the sun filtering through the velvet curtains or the fine linen sheets twisted around my bare legs—but the warmth of Darius was better than any.
• He was still beside me, lying on his side, his chest rising and falling slowly, one arm draped across my waist, the other tucked under his head in sleep. I studied him, almost afraid to move, afraid to disturb this moment, this rare and fragile stillness.