POV: Violet
Morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, slicing across the bedroom in golden slants. I should have felt comforted by the warmth, but instead it only made the shadows in my chest seem darker.
Ryan was still asleep, sprawled half across me like I was his personal body pillow. His arm locked me in place, his leg hooked over mine, and his face buried in my hair.
Normally, I loved mornings like this. The kind where he was more boy than beast, vulnerable and unguarded.
But all I could think about was that message.
Sweetheart says hi.
The words had been branded into my brain. Who the hell had sent it? And what did it mean?
Ryan shifted, his lips brushing my ear as he muttered in his sleep. “Stop thinking so loud, Vi.”
I froze.
Did he just hear my thoughts?
No. No, impo
