Sheila’s POV
I wake to the soft press of his body against mine, the weight warm, steady, and impossibly grounding. The sunlight leaks in through the blinds, dust motes drifting in the quiet morning air. My eyes flutter open, catching him before he stirs. Brendan’s face is calm almost deceptively soft and the small rise and fall of his chest makes my pulse skip.
For a second, I can’t even remember how I got here. Then it all comes rushing back. Last night, the pull between us, the closeness, the tension that made my body ache, the quiet surrender I couldn’t resist. And now, here I am, next to him, and it feels… terrifyingly right.
I shift slightly, careful not to wake him, but my hand brushes against his arm. The contact is electric. He murmurs something, a low, almost animal sound, and
