No. For now, this had to stay between Benjamin and me.
...
Morning came too quickly, sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains directly onto my face. I rolled over, burying my face in something warm and solid.
It took me a moment to realize I was pressed against Isaac’s chest, my face tucked under his chin, one of his arms draped loosely around my waist. From this close, I could see faint stubble lining his jaw, making him look older and more mature than he usually did.
I froze, trying to extract myself without waking him. But it was too late—his eyes were already open, watching me with an amused expression.
“Morning, darling,” he said, his voice low and rough with sleep. He made no move to let go.
“Sorry,” I muttered, scooting back to my side of the bed. “I
