I wake up slowly, like I’m dragging myself out of deep water, clinging to the last pieces of a dream I can’t quite remember. For a moment, I don’t move. I just lie there, eyes closed, wrapped in warmth that feels… unfamiliar.
Then it hits me. This isn’t my bed, it's too soft, and my eyes snap open.
I stare at the ceiling, blinking, trying to place where I am. The bed feels too big. The air smells different. Everything feels… wrong.
Then I feel it; warmth on both sides and my heart skips. Very slowly, I turn my head to the right.
Zavian Hale, as handsome as ever.
He’s asleep. Calm. Still. Like nothing in the world can disturb him. I swallow and turn to the left.
Caspian Hale, of course he would be here.
He's Messier. Relaxed. One arm too close to me, like he almost reaches for me ev
