Bab 182: Visit graveyard

As Beatrix slowly opened her eyes, she realized she was not alone. The warmth of Rhys' body enveloped her, his arm draped over her waist, and his breath tickled her neck. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun, accompanied by the melodic chirping of birds outside. Beatrix took a moment to savor the intimacy of the moment, feeling a deep sense of contentment and happiness wash over her.

Turning her head, she gazed at Rhys, who was still sound asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. She admired the way the sunlight danced in his hair, the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath, and the comforting sensation of his body against hers. A smile spread across her face as memories of the previous night flooded her thoughts—the passion, the intensity, and how Rhys had made her feel truly alive.