Rhys
Two weeks.
For fourteen days, Kayden and I had existed in our own private world on Osea, far away from the relentless flash of cameras, the crushing pressure of games, and the weight of our families back home.
It had just been the two of us, and those two weeks had been nothing short of perfect—quiet, golden, and entirely ours.
Every morning I woke to the sun climbing over the turquoise water, painting the sky in soft pinks and golds, and the breathtaking reality that Kayden was mine, completely and without interruption.
No schedules, no expectations, no one demanding pieces of him.
It was Just us.
I leaned back against the smooth mahogany railing of the wraparound terrace, a cup of strong black coffee steaming gently in my hand.
The warmth seeped into my palm as I took a slow sip.
