ANDREI
THE FIRST THING I noticed was the weight.
Warm. Light. But there.
An arm slung across my chest, a thigh thrown over mine, skin against skin like it was natural. His breath brushed the side of my throat in soft little puffs. He snored, barely—a soft whistling sound that would've made me want to kill someone else, but with him...
I didn’t move.
Not right away.
His brown hair stuck to his forehead in damp strands, curled at the edges, and there were freckles under his eyes I hadn’t noticed before—faint, like a ghost of something sweet that didn’t belong here. Not in my bed. Not in this city. Not with me.
I stared at the ceiling.
I told myself I should push him off. Told myself this meant nothing. Just a transaction. A body I hadn’t disposed of yet. That’s all it was.
But my ar
