Chapter 21

Adelia’s Point of View

Staying true to his word, I found Siya on the couch in the small living room the next morning. His chest still lifted and fell with a steady beat. Arms were draped over his face. And a thin blanket barely covered the rest of him.

It was early in the morning, with the sun still a good hour away from breaking over the horizon, leaving the air crisp as I walked toward the bachelor’s kitchen.

Before now, I never dared make anything in it. Barely even glanced at the kettle on the counter. But something had changed last night. Not between us but inside of me. Shifted.

Stifling my footsteps, I walked closer to where he was sleeping. A shallow hitch of breath from him had me stopping in my tracks. Assessing the situation before I went further. When he carried on with his deep breaths, I lowered my hands, gripped the bunched-up blankets, and pulled them up to his chin.

“Look at you, being soft for a change,” He grumbled, sleep still thick in the tone of his voice.

My han