FREYA POV
I rolled onto my side, pulling the duvet up to my chin. My eyes were still glued to the door, even after he had disappeared, and I found myself smiling.
I know. It was a stupid smile. I couldn’t help it, and I definitely couldn't explain it. And f**k, it was about him—Steve.
I was practically losing my mind over his behavior. The way he’d carried me, dimmed the lights, adjusted my pillows... it really hit that "baby girl" princess treatment side of me I didn't even know I had. I felt like something precious that needed to be guarded, not something broken that needed to be hidden.
I didn't know when I finally drifted off, but the sleep was deep—the kind of heavy, dreamless sleep my body had been begging for.
When I woke up, the room was still dark, but I felt a weight against
