Flora's POV
I woke up slowly, drifting out of a deep sleep. The room was still dark, but a faint gray light was just starting to show at the edges of the window curtains. At first, I couldn't remember why my bed felt so warm, or why the air smelled like expensive cologne and cedarwood.
Then, I shifted under the sheets, and I felt something hard poking right against my thigh.
Memory came back to me all at once. I froze, my eyes snapping wide open. Eugene.
I turned my head carefully on the pillow. He was still right there beside me, sleeping deeply. His big body took up more than half of my mattress, and his heavy arm was still thrown over my waist, holding me to him like a warm blanket. Hearing his slow, steady breathing in the quiet room made my heart skip a beat.
I rolled over onto
