The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. My eyelids flutter open, and for a moment, I’m not entirely sure where I am. Then, the warmth of Ryan’s body pressed against mine pulls me back to reality.
I blink, slowly taking in the scene around me. We’re tangled together beneath the sheets, our bare skin pressed close. His arm is draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. I can feel his heartbeat, slow and calm, against my back.
We’re naked. Completely, undeniably naked.
Panic flickers through me as the events of last night come rushing back in vivid detail, the kiss in the kitchen, the way his hands moved over me, the way I couldn’t stop myself, even when I knew I should. The need, the hunger, the way we
