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I’m done running.

And for now, that’s enough.

Grant exhales slowly, then reaches for his glass of wine. “Good.”

That’s all he says. Just that single word, low and certain.

And then I feel it.

The shift.

Like maybe, just maybe, we’ve both stopped bracing for the inevitable goodbye.

Chapter 30 – Grant

Kenzie is still asleep when I wake up.

For a long moment, I just lie there, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of her breath, the way her hair spills across my pillow, the way her body bends slightly toward mine, like even in sleep, she’s drawn to me.

Something in my chest tightens.

Because this feels too good.

Too easy.

Too much like something I shouldn’t let myself have.

She shifts slightly, murmuring something incoherent before stretching her legs beneath the sheets. My body reacts instantly to the soft brush of her skin against mine, but I force myself to stay still. To just absorb the moment.

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that moments like this don’t last.

And the last thing I want to do is ruin it.

I glance at the clock. For once, I don’t have to be anywhere early. There’s no rush. No need to move.

So I stay.

I let myself enjoy the rare quiet, the rare feeling of waking up next to someone who doesn’t make me feel like I need to be anything other than this—just a man in bed with a woman he doesn’t want to let go of.

Kenzie exhales slowly, her body stretching again before she finally stirs awake.

Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, her nose scrunching slightly before she finally blinks up at me, her green eyes still heavy with sleep.

For a second, she just stares.

Then, slowly, a lazy, satisfied smile pulls at her lips.

“Morning,” she murmurs, her voice still rough with sleep.

God help me, I love that sound.

“Morning,” I say, letting my knuckles brush lightly down her arm.

She watches me, something unreadable flickering behind her gaze. Then she shifts closer, her bare legs tangling with mine beneath the sheets. “Do you always wake up this early?”

“Habit.”

Kenzie hums, her fingers sliding lazily up my chest. “That’s unfortunate. You could’ve let me sleep on you a little longer.”

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