COLEEN
I woke up warm. Warmer than usual.
For a disorienting second, I didn’t recognize the low ceiling above me, or the hockey posters on the wall, or the faint hum of the mini fridge from the kitchen corner. Then it clicked, memory flooding back in a rush. Hayden’s apartment. Hayden’s arms still heavy around my waist, his steady breathing brushing against the back of my neck.
My cheeks heated instantly.
Carefully, I shifted, trying not to wake him. But the moment I moved even an inch, his arm tightened, pulling me closer.
“Don’t even think about it,” his voice came out low and gravelly, still thick with sleep.
I twisted just enough to look at him. His hair was a mess, his eyes half-lidded, but the smirk tugging at his lips was fully awake.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” I whisper
