Her throat tightened, but before she could speak again, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips… soft, slow, full of unspoken devotion.
"Whatever happened... whatever anyone saw... doesn't change how I feel about you," he whispered. "You're mine, Scarlett. No one gets to rewrite that."
She exhaled shakily, emotions swirling behind her tired eyes. Then she nestled closer, letting his heartbeat lull her back into comfort.
A soft knock interrupted the stillness of the morning.
Ezra stirred slightly, his arms lazily wrapped around Scarlett beneath the crisp hospital blanket. She was curled against him, warm and bare under the covers, her breathing steady but a little shy as the door creaked open.
Elaine stepped in first, impeccably dressed as always, followed closely by Robert, Ezra's assistant. The moment Robert's eyes landed on the bed, he froze like a statue, face turning a vivid shade of red.
