Meghan’s P.O.V.
My pulse thrummed in her ears as I looked at Blade. He was lying next to me in bed, his broad shoulders framed by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The second his gaze landed on me, his expression shifted—his eyes darkening with a heat that made my cheeks flush and my heart skip.
I had spent the entire night watching him charm my family, effortlessly folding himself into a world I had kept so carefully guarded. My dad, who usually met new people with quiet skepticism, had actually laughed at Blade’s jokes. My mom had fawned over his manners, and Bodi...well, he didn’t hate him, which was about the highest compliment my brother could offer a guy I was dating.
But more than that, I had watched Blade. The way he had listened, really listened, when my mom told some ramblin
