Amelia POV
The sharp beam of sunlight pierced through the curtains, dragging me from the depths of sleep. I groaned softly, instinctively trying to shield my eyes, but something warm and solid pinned my arm down.
Blinking against the light, I slowly became aware of my surroundings—the familiar scent of Maxwell's cologne, the soft rustle of sheets, and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek.
My heart skipped a beat. I was curled up against Maxwell, his strong arm wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me close.
Memories from the previous night flooded back—the shared laughter, the lingering glances, the almost-kiss that had left me breathless.
Heat crept up my neck as I realized just how intimately we were entangled. I needed to extricate myself befor
