Amara's POV
The morning light streamed through the windows as I stirred, the warmth of Caden’s embrace still lingering in my thoughts. Last night replayed in my mind like a dream I wasn’t ready to wake from a dream where, for the first time in a long while, I felt seen, understood, and safe.
But with the morning came reality. The heartbreak Ryder and Jaxon caused still ached deep inside, and the lingering tension between them and me loomed over my thoughts like a storm waiting to break. No matter how much comfort I found in Caden, the wounds from the others hadn’t fully healed.
Caden must have noticed my hesitation as I slowly sat up at the breakfast table. He leaned over, his hand brushing mine. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low, as if he were afraid to disturb my fragile state.
