Easter~
I lay there in the dim glow of the lamplight, my head pillowed on Jacob's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. It was like a lullaby, strong and steady, a reminder that he was here, solid and real in a world that had spun so wildly out of control these past few days. The heat that had consumed me—the relentless, burning need—had finally started to fade, leaving me with a strange clarity, like emerging from a fever dream. His voice rumbled low as he read from that old leather-bound book, words weaving tales of ancient heroes and lost loves. But my mind wandered, snagging on the gaps in my own story, those shadowy voids that tugged at me like unfinished threads.
"Jacob?" I murmured, shifting to look up at him. His warm brown eyes met mine, that ageless depth flickering with something unspoken.
