Hours passed. Bastien woke up and gently stroked Kate’s forehead. His favorite part of the day was watching her sleep. He always took pictures—his phone was full of photos of her asleep. And this morning was no exception.

She lay on her stomach, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her hips barely covered by a wrinkled blanket, one leg exposed. She looked like a goddess sent down from heaven. Bastien couldn’t help but take another photo, then saved it and kissed her bare back before