Greg's POV
The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache in my head, the kind that comes after too much drinking.
Groaning softly, I ran a hand over my face, trying to gather my thoughts.
The room was faintly lit by the early morning light filtering through the curtains.
That’s when I felt it—warmth beside me.
My body tensed, and I slowly turned my head.
Lying next to me, tangled in the sheets, was Aurora. She was still fast asleep, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, her breathing slow and steady.
I sat up carefully, my heart pounding as flashes of last night came rushing back.
The drinks. The tension. The way she had looked at me, not sure but wanting. The kiss. The way she had felt in my arms.
I swallowed hard.
We had slept together.
A mix of emotions crashed over me—satis
