37. Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Isabella
T he jostling of my body tugs me from the edges of sleep.
I think someone is lifting me. Strong arms slide beneath me, holding me close.
Warmth engulfs me. It’s steady and familiar, and I sigh contentedly.
“You…” The word slips out on a whisper, little more than a breath.
My head lolls to the side, too heavy to hold up. And it hurts.
I try to open my eyes, but they refuse, dreaminess clinging to me like a thick fog.
The scent of him fills my senses. Clean and crisp with a trace of salt and sun that pulls at something deep inside me.
“Hush,” he murmurs. His voice is low, a deep rumble that I feel more than hear. It calms the wild beat of my heart.
“Go back to sleep.”
The gentle sway of his steps rocks me, and I let the darkness take me again, safe in his arms.