NATALIA
I woke up slowly, wrapped in the warmth of Wesley’s arms. Sunlight was already slipping through the curtains, but I did not want to move. My body still felt soft and full from the night before. We had made love again in the early hours of the morning, unable to get enough of each other. Even now, with the light of day, I could still feel the memory of his hands on my skin and the way he had whispered my name like it was something sacred.
For a little while, I stayed in that bubble. I told myself that nothing else mattered. Not the fight with my father. Not the lies we had built. Not the plan that had started all of this. Right now, it was just me and Wesley and the quiet peace between us. I turned in his arms and kissed his chest softly. He stirred and pulled me closer, his hand
