Summer’s POV
I didn’t remember falling asleep.
One moment, we had been sitting on the couch in the corner of his office, talking in voices that had grown softer as the night stretched on. The conversation had wandered everywhere and nowhere. Childhood memories. Music. Road trips. Why he preferred old motorcycles to new ones. Why I hated whiskey but kept drinking it anyway.
Somewhere between one story and the next, exhaustion had finally caught up with me.
When I opened my eyes again…
The room was quiet.
Golden morning light slipped through the narrow gap between the curtains, painting long streaks across the hardwood floor.
For a few blissfully confusing seconds, I had no idea where I was.
Then I felt it.
A steady warmth behind me.
A strong arm draped loosely around my waist.
My
