Meghan’s P.O.V.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of my bedroom, painting soft streaks of gold on the walls. I blinked against the morning light, my senses stirring before my thoughts could fully catch up. The steady rhythm of Blade’s breathing filled the quiet room, his warmth an undeniable presence at my back. I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but it was impossible to ignore the weight of his arm draped possessively around my waist.
A knot of self-recrimination tightened in my chest.
Why couldn’t I have just walked away last night?
The memories of the previous evening came flooding back, each one hitting me like a sharp pang. Blade had walked me to my door, after an amazing date, his cocky smirk tempered by an edge of vulnerability I couldn’t t
