Chapter 19: Time for Truce
Hailey’s POV
As the sun rises gently across the sky, Owen's bare skin glows. I see the orange creeping up his chest, mingling with the gold and I hold my breath as I notice the breeze bringing his scent to me. His eyes are lost in the distance, in the sound of the sea and the waves that dance below us, so I can look at his face without fear.
His dark hair is disheveled from the wind, with copper highlights in it from the play of the sun, and his lips are half-open, as if he is savoring the scent of the beach.
Having him present during the night has been painful, because somehow I felt all the anger he felt, and that only made me hate myself. I couldn't sleep, and in the end the conflict inside me has won, because I know well that a part of him doesn't lie.