6
Lena’s POV
I woke up in his bed again.
I didn’t remember falling asleep there, but I wasn’t surprised either. The sheets smelled like him, clean and warm and faintly like cedar. His arm was slung over my waist in a relaxed manner.
I lay there for a while, not moving. Just listening to him breathe.
His hand drifted lower in his sleep, curled around my hip. His fingers brushed my bare thigh, like his body knew mine without thinking.
When I finally turned to face him, his eyes were open.
“Morning,” I whispered.
He didn’t say it back, just looked at me. I couldn’t tell if he was thinking or trying not to.
“You’re staring,” I said softly.
“You’re still here,” he said.
“I didn’t plan to leave.”
He nodded like he knew that already, then pushed some hair from my face. Neither of us s
