Zain POV
Scarlet’s finally asleep. It took a while, but eventually her body gave in and she curled against me like she belonged there. Her breathing is soft and steady now, warm against my chest, her hand resting over my stomach like she needs to keep contact even in sleep.
Liam hasn’t slept either, but he’s quiet. He’s lying on his side facing us, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other stretched across to rest lightly against my waist. He watches the two of us without saying much, and for once, I’m not trying to fill the silence. There’s a comfort in it. Nothing forced. Just this strange calm that settled over us after everything.
The room still smells like s*x and cookies. That combination should be weird, but somehow it fits the night. Nothing about what we did was conventional,
