Abigail
For the first time in a long while, there was peace when we woke up. No hospital monitors, screaming, or footsteps in the hallway. I could hear the gentle rush of waves against the island's shore.
The second thing I noticed was the warm, rich scent of coffee. I opened my eyes to golden morning light filtering through sheer curtains, to the sight of Finnegan sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with soft green eyes.
He was already dressed, if you could call swim trunks and an unbuttoned white linen shirt dressed. His dark hair was still damp from an early shower, and there was a mug of black coffee in his hand.
"Good morning, love," he said softly, handing me the cup of coffee.
"Morning," I croaked, my voice thick with sleep. "Ew, I sound like a gremlin."
He chuckled and leaned down, brushing hair from my face while I took a sip of the rich black coffee. I had to admit it was calming, and I didn't feel like puking my guts out.
