Warmth. That’s the first thing I feel. Warmth… and something solid pressed against my back. A steady heartbeat. An arm draped over my waist. I blink awake slowly, the room blurry at first. This isn’t my room. This is Noah’s. My stomach drops. I’m in Noah’s bed. With Noah. I freeze, every muscle locking up. My brain scrambles for an explanation, any explanation, but all I remember is falling asleep in my own room.
How did I get here? Why am I here?
I swallow hard and try to ease out from under his arm without waking him. If I can just slip away quietly, maybe...
His arm tightens. Pulling me closer. I gasp softly. “Noah,” I whisper, mortified. “Let go.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he buries his face in my hair like he’s still half-asleep. I feel his breath against my neck, warm and steady.
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