The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness. The unfamiliar warmth pressed against my back made me freeze for a second until the memory of last night washed over me. Ethan. I turned onto my other side, careful not to wake him up, facing him. His steady breathing was the only sound in the room. His arm was draped over my waist, holding me close, his body molded perfectly against mine. He looked so peaceful, completely at ease, and for a moment, I just lay there, watching him.
Everything about last night had felt… right. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe but now, in the quiet of the morning, my thoughts started to creep in. Not regrets, but the nagging realization that things wou
