The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 452

Rhys was already sleeping on the edge of the bed to avoid crushing his son, but he had to keep inching away. Felix's little feet were pressed against his back, and if he moved any further, he'd fall right off the bed.

He looked helplessly at his son, who was sleeping soundly and sprawled out like a starfish, then glanced over at Clara, who was some distance away.

Clara was sleeping close to Felix, but there was a large empty space behind her.

After a long internal debate, he quietly slipped out of bed, walked around to Clara's side, and slowly lay down.

A draft of cold air swept in as he lifted the covers, and Clara flinched slightly.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist.

"Cold?" Rhys whispered.

Clara didn't say anything.

She was actually awake; she had been since Felix started tossing and turning.

She knew Felix had turned sideways, she’d heard Rhys get out of bed and walk around, and she was acutely aware that he was now lying behind her.

When she didn't respond, Rhys tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her, Felix, and the blankets all closer into his embrace.

His arm was firm, sealing any gaps where a draft might get through.

In the total darkness, every sense was magnified.

They were so close she could hear his breathing right by her ear.

Heavy.

Slow.

It wasn't the steady, healthy rhythm of his youth.

Listening to his breathing and feeling the warmth of his arm around her waist, she reached out under the covers, her fingers searching until they found the back of his hand resting on her side.

His hand was covered in small scars. Clara’s fingers curled for a moment before she pressed her palm against the deepest one.

She took his hand in hers.

The man behind her hitched his breath, then held her even tighter.

Neither of them spoke.

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