~Sienna~
The morning light filtered softly into the room, brushing over my face and stirring me from sleep. I blinked, trying to piece together where I was. My eyes adjusted to the spacious, modern room with its deep navy walls and sleek decor—Lucas’s room.
How did I get here? I vaguely remembered last night but realized I must have fallen asleep in the car.
Looking down, I confirmed that my clothes were intact; he hadn’t crossed any boundaries.
As I shifted, I felt a warm weight wrapped around my waist, and my heart skipped. Lucas’s tattooed arm was snug against me, his steady breathing brushing against the back of my neck.
I froze, acutely aware of his presence, his warmth pressing into my back in a way that felt surprisingly… comforting.
I tried to move slowly, attempting to slip
