I woke up to the soft press of lips on my cheek and fingers gently brushing over mine, like they were afraid I'd shatter if touched too roughly. My brows furrowed, lashes fluttering open.
Black wall.
That's... not my room.
My senses caught up with me. I was wrapped tightly in someone's arms—strong, warm, familiar. The kind of hold that said I'm not letting go, even if the world burns.
I shifted, turning my head—and came face to face with turquoise-blue eyes. Eyes that held a softness I didn't see often in them. They belonged to a man who rarely smiled without purpose and never wore his heart on his sleeve.
Andrew.
Memories from yesterday came flooding back: the rage in his office, my words pulling him back from the edge, hours of brutal
training under moonlight. When the exhaustion
