Olivia Westview
The soft trill of my phone alarm broke the quiet, stirring me from the heavy, dreamless sleep that had claimed me.
My eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering through the hotel room’s curtains. For a moment, I didn’t move. I lay there, cocooned in warmth, my head nestled against the solid expanse of James’s chest. His arm was draped possessively over my waist, his breath a steady rhythm against the top of my head.
It was peaceful, perfect, and I almost forgot why I’d set an alarm in the first place.
Almost.
The alarm trilled again, snapping me out of my daze. I groaned, stretching my arm toward the bedside table and fumbling for my phone. My fingers closed around it, and I silenced the noise with a swipe of my thumb. The screen glowed, displaying the note I’d wr
