CHAPTER 245 — Nights That Never End

(Ayden’s POV)

Milagros’s pulse was still racing. I looked at her as if I wanted to memorize every gesture, every blink, every breath we shared in that room, which now seemed to smell of the future.

I moved closer slowly, with that absurd fear of breaking something sacred that had been born between us that night.

“Come here,” I whispered, almost like a plea.

We lay down gently, as if settling into a moment we wanted to hold onto forever. The dim light