Warmth surrounded me, a cocoon of tangled limbs and soft sheets. My mind floated somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, the events of last night replaying in hazy, intoxicating loops behind my closed eyelids. Every inch of me felt languid, thoroughly sated, as if my body had finally found the missing pieces it had been yearning for.
A slow, deep inhale brought the scent of them... Lucas, dark and woodsy, laced with faint spice; Cassian, crisp and cool, like rain against stone. Their presence was grounding, a reminder that last night had not been some fevered dream but something undeniably real.
I shifted slightly, feeling the press of a firm chest against my back, an arm draped possessively over my waist. Cassian. His steady breaths fanned against the nape of my neck, and even in sleep
