Harper
I woke up to a heartbeat that wasn't mine.
Slow, steady, pressed against my shoulder blade through a layer of warm skin.
An arm was draped across my waist, heavy in the way only unconscious muscle could be. The hand attached to it was spread flat across my stomach, fingers loose, like he'd fallen asleep mid-sentence and forgot to let go.
For about four seconds I lay there in perfect, sun-warmed peace, listening to him breathe, not thinking about anything.
Then the previous night arrived in my brain like a freight train with no brakes.
My eyes flew open.
Ceiling. Claw marks. Curtains still drawn but thin morning light leaking through the edges. The bed that was definitely, confirmed, 100% too big for one person and had turned out to be exactly the right size for two.
I was na
