The next morning, Winter woke to the sight of Kalix's handsome face. The way he gazed at her, full of silent admiration, made her heart swell with a warmth she couldn't deny.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked the moment her smile touched her lips.
Winter recalled how restless the night had been, her mind tangled in thoughts, but Kalix's tender care had soothed her enough to finally drift off.
"I did," she murmured, pushing herself upright to face him. "But what about you, Kalix? You barely slept—and that worries me."
She couldn't ignore it anymore. His struggle with sleep wasn't new to her. Even after tossing out the sleeping pills and trying every natural remedy, he rarely managed more than an hour of rest.
Kalix smiled softly, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over her skin, tracing the curve of her smile, his eyes filled with quiet adoration and unspoken love.
"I'm used to it, Angel. It's nothing to worry about," he assured her.
