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I told him about my dreams.

And he listened.

Really listened.

Eventually, my stomach grumbled, and he laughed, grabbing some crackers to hold us over.

But as the sun dipped, my worry for Troy returned full force.

“He should be back by now,” I murmured.

Adrian sighed, pulling his clothes back on. “I’m gonna check.”

I nodded, chewing my lip.

He smirked. “You stay the way you are.”

I rolled my eyes, but his teasing was enough to ease my nerves momentarily.

He left, and I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with what-ifs.

When he came back, his expression was grim.

“Nothing.”

My stomach sank.

Adrian added more wood to the fire before sliding back into bed with me, pulling me against him.

“It’ll be OK,” he whispered, his voice gentle, steady, unshaken.

I wanted to believe him.

But that night, my nightmares were worse than ever.

Chapter 27

Adrian

Elena was asleep in my arms, her soft, warm body curled against mine, her breathing slow and even.

I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep, my mind too full.

What we had done together, how she had opened herself up to me, and how she had let me explore every inch of her—it had been incredible. It was more than incredible. And god, the way she sounded when she came.

My cock hardened just thinking about the sweet sounds she made for me.

I had never felt this kind of connection before. I had never felt this strongly about anyone in my life. And yet, with her, it was so effortless.

I knew I should be terrified—falling for someone this fast, this deeply—but I wasn’t. Not even a little, because at the heart of it, I think I always loved her. From the first time she stepped into our home with her book clutched in her hands, her blue eyes wide as she drank everything in, she was mine.

Neither of us knew it yet, though.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I had been looking for something pure, something real, and I had finally found it in her—my missing puzzle piece.

I shifted slightly, my fingers absently trailing along her bare back, feeling the warmth of her skin and watching the steady rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

This perfect, delicate, strong girl was mine. I wasn’t going to let her go, that much I was sure of.

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