Chapter 88

ROWAN

I wake up to the gentle stroking of his fingers on my face.

Almost like soft feather touches, careful not to disturb me.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" I murmur as I turn into his chest, hiding my face into it.

"It is morning," he whispers into my hair.

"So? After the hectic days we ha...

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