Selene woke up slowly, but it wasn’t peaceful. Honestly, she couldn’t call it comfortable either. She was just… hyper-aware. Too aware. There was warmth pressed against her back, solid and steady. No mistaking who it was.
Her breath caught.
Lucian.
The memory crashed in the bed, the tension, that strange restraint between them, somehow more dangerous than anything else. She hadn’t planned to fall asleep like that. But she had. And at some point during the night, she’d moved closer.
Selene held still.
Lucian’s arm rested loosely around her waist. Not forceful, not claiming her. Just… there. Real. Her heart started racing.
Carefully, she shifted a tiny movement. Enough.
Lucian stirred behind her.
Then he whispered, “Don’t.” His voice was low and rough, right by her ear.
Selene froze
