Brooke stared at the morning light radiating on Thane's face. He slept so soundly, so stilly, taking short breaths that she feared if it was a good or bad thing that he was so calm.
Was his sickness acting up? Or was this just the peaceful morning bliss couples shared.
She hoped the latter, because the past three days they had spent in the safe house meant the world to her.
Waking up in each other's arms, showering together, making breakfast—however messy it sometimes turned out to be, and in the evening snuggling together on the couch, watching shows together.
Brooke knew better, she knew that this was a temporary fix, Dr Anders had strictly told her he was on borrowed time, that he needed to fly abroad for treatment.
But even still, she wanted to stay in this moment for as long as she could, and live out a dream where they could be together like this, without anyone getting in the way.
Thane opened his eyes, their gazes met and a smile danced from her lips to his.
