Liora's POV
I woke up with a stiff neck and a blanket I didn’t remember pulling over myself. For a few seconds, I didn’t even recognize my own living room, the faint morning light, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the quiet air that didn’t belong to a hospital corridor.
Then I saw the blanket tucked around me and everything from last night rushed back. It was Rowan.
I sat up too fast, the blanket sliding off my shoulders and pooling on the sofa. The sofa where he had been sitting. The sofa where I… fell asleep right in front of him. And—gods—the lingerie incident. My face heated instantly. I looked at the table. It was spotless. All the food containers were gone, wiped clean as if no late-night awkwardness had happened at all. Rowan was nowhere in sight. I didn’t hear the door
