Dominic's Pov
Warmth. That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes to the soft gray light filtering through window blinds.
Someone was holding me. Arms that were not mine wrapped around my waist. A heavy pressure pressed down on me, unyielding but not binding. And the scent, lavender and rose wrapped up in something warm and human was somehow comforting. It lingered on the cotton of the shirt and became part of the air as if it belonged there.
This was far from the woody scent of my usual mornings, with their clean sheets and intentional loneliness, this… this was different.
I blinked away the haze of sleep, my body trailing my mind. The bed was softer here, occupied, with the sort of soft dip that told me of late-night reading, midnight snacks, and a thousand other little ind
