This morning Aqua woke to warmth.
Not the kind that came from blankets or sunlight — the kind that came from a body pressed gently, protectively, against her back.
For a moment she didn’t move.
Kieran’s arm was draped around her waist, his hand resting just below her ribs. His breath brushed the back of her neck in slow, steady waves. His chest rose and fell against her spine, each breath syncing with hers like they’d been doing it for years.
Aqua’s heart stuttered.
They must have shifted in their sleep.
Or maybe they’d gravitated toward each other without realizing it.
Maybe they’d been holding on all night.
She didn’t know.
She only knew that it felt… right.
Dangerously right.
Kieran murmured something in his sleep, his arm tightening around her instinctively — not possessive,
