Jasmine POV I blinked my eyes open, and the world around me slowly came into focus. It was already morning. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The next thing I noticed was warmth–Reagan’s warmth. His arm was draped over my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and our legs tangled together under the sheets. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the rhythm soothing yet exhilarating. I lay there for a moment, letting the memories of the previous night wash over me. For me, we had shared something more than just a moment. It was the first time we did something like that. Well, it was my first time ever. It was a huge start of a physical connection, and it went beyond words, beyond the bond we both knew was there. Yet, despit

