Peeking over at the "giant bunny" sleeping beside her, she couldn't help but marvel at how different Ryan looked. The usually cold, serious man who barely cracked a smile had transformed into someone unrecognizable last night. Who would believe me if I told them? she thought, watching him snore softly.
He'd been like the most devoted husband imaginable—letting her do whatever she wanted, even when he was completely drained of strength. She remembered the way he'd kept going, even when his eyes could barely stay open. And the way he had smiled faintly at her, reassuring her that he was fine, even though he was clearly ready to pass out.
Esme sighed, glancing at the window where sunlight poured in. Her gaze shifted to the alarm clock on the bedside table. 11:00 AM?! Her jaw dropped. She vividly recalled the clock showing 4:00 AM the last time she glanced at it, right before they finally called it a night—er, morning.