Chapter 22: In Daylight
I woke up before I opened my eyes. That was the first thing I understood. Warmth. Weight. Breath. A hand low against my waist, heavy and still in sleep. Sheets twisted around my legs. Morning light pressing pale gold through the sheer hotel curtains. And Anton. The memory of the night before came back too fast and all at once, not in pieces but in heat. The pool. Helena. My jealousy. The hallway. His mouth on mine. His voice asking if I was sure. The way I had said yes and meant it with every reckless part of me. I opened my eyes slowly. Anton was still asleep. I had never seen him like that. Not relaxed exactly. Even unconscious, there was something contained about him, some part of him that looked built to rise fast if the world gave him a reason. But the hard, polished edge was
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