_Lyla's POV_
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked awake. My body was still wrapped in the warmth of Aaron’s arms. His chest rose and fell steadily against my back. His breath was soft and even. For a moment, I just lay there, my mind replaying the events of the previous night. My cheeks flushed as memories of his touch, his kisses, and the way he had marked me as his flooded my mind. I felt a mix of emotions—happiness, contentment, but also a strange shyness. I wasn’t sure how to act now that we had crossed that line. What if things were awkward between us?
I stayed perfectly still. I did not want to wake him up. My heart raced as I tried to figure out what to do. Should I say something? Should I just pretend to be asleep unti
