73 Poetry in Motion

[ Chapter 73 ]

Julian stood at the edge of the bed, gazing at Cassandra with a look of raw obsession.

His eyes traced every curve and contour of her sleeping form, taking in the sight of her flawless features, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the way her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, and the gentle waves of her hair spread out on the pillow.

The soft light filtering in through the window and treated her like a queen, casting a soft glow on her face, emphasizing her natural beauty.

A sense of contentment filled Julian's chest, as he watched her in complete silence, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. Time seemed to stand still as he lost himself in the enchanting sight before him. He was tempted to keep staring, lost in her beauty, but the thought of having her as a morning partner had won him over.