Alpha & Omega (Alpha's Rejects #4)

Each day, I woke up to a bouquet of flowers that Harley would make and leave by my bedside. When they started to wither, he’d replace them with a fresh one. Even when he wasn’t here, it was a constant reminder of his presence… or perhaps letting me know he wasn’t going anywhere.

I lay flat on my back with a pillow under my head to keep my hips straight, which annoyed the hell out of me. I missed the days I could curl up on my side. Maybe one day, but not until I recovered.

Because I couldn’t curl into him, Harley would often snuggle into me. He’d practically moved in with me, and Hudson stayed in the spare bedroom periodically, making me feel only slightly less guilty about taking his dad away so much.

I rolled my head to the side to see Harley still sleeping, his arm draped over my stomach. The sunlight hit his face through the blinds and curtains, giving him an ethereal glow. He looked like an angel. Hell, he was an angel.