Chapter 49 Chapter Forty Nine

• Mirabelle's POV:
• I woke up slowly, the morning light passing through the curtains and falling gently on Noah's sleeping face. His body was sprawled across the bed. I smiled as I watched him sleep, his hair a little scattered. He looked peaceful, and I almost hated to disturb him.
• It was Sunday, so neither of us had work to worry about. I stretched, careful not to wake him, and quietly slipped out of bed.