ASH's POV
The smell of bacon hit me before I even opened my eyes. My body was heavy, weighted down by sleep, but the warmth against my chest wasn’t from a blanket—it was from her. My arms were still draped over Cordelia, one leg tangled with hers. At some point in the night I must’ve knocked out, clinging to her like she’d disappear if I let go.
When I finally pulled myself up, the other side of the couch was cold. The place beside me empty. My chest clenched until I heard faint clinking in the kitchen. Relief flooded, though it was the kind that pissed me off for even needing it.
I pushed up, dragging my hand down my face. My body still ached from last night—the desperation, the anger, the way we had devoured each other until there was nothing left but exhaustion. It was supposed to gr
