When she wakes up the next morning and feels strong arms wrapped around her body, Eloá slowly turns her head and finds Gael still asleep, his expression peaceful and his features relaxed. He looks at peace, as if that place—and that moment—are all he needs.

But... what about her?

Her heart tightens.

Confusion takes over her thoughts, making her head ache. Slowly, she tries to move away, but his arms tighten around her waist, as if, even asleep, they refuse to let her go.

“What now?” she whisper