The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I couldn’t move properly.
At first I thought maybe the blanket was tangled around me.
Then I realized—
Adrian was practically wrapped around my entire body like some giant overprotective furnace.
One arm locked around my waist.
One leg hooked lazily over mine.
Face buried against my neck.
Warm.
Heavy.
Annoyingly comfortable.
I blinked slowly against the soft morning light spilling through the curtains before looking down at him properly.
And honestly?
Seeing Adrian Voss asleep still felt surreal sometimes.
Because this was the same man who made board members nervous by existing.
The same man who once made a grown investor cry during a meeting because he said—and I quote—
“If your presentation gets any worse I might start bill
