Lauren
Pain.
That was the first thing I registered. A dull, aching soreness that settled deep in my muscles like I had run a marathon, fought a war, and then been hit by a truck for good measure. My body felt...off. Like I wasn’t quite put together right, like my bones didn’t fit inside my skin properly anymore.
And then I registered something else.
Warmth. Steady, solid warmth pressed against my back, a heavy arm draped lazily over my waist. Steady breaths ghosted against my neck, sending a ripple of awareness through my exhausted body.
Oh no.
I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. The room was dim, just the faintest slivers of moonlight filtering through the curtains, but I didn’t need full daylight to recognize where I was.
Alexander’s bed.
In Alexander’s room.
With Ale
