Emily
The next day was a weekend, I didn’t have to wake up to an alarm or the cold pressure of expectation pressing against my ribs.
I woke up to warmth.
To Adrian’s arm heavy around my waist.
To sunlight filtering through the curtains of his bedroom.
To peace.
I stayed there longer than I should have, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing behind me. His chest rose and fell against my back, grounding me in a way nothing else did.
With him, everything felt… simple.
No performances.
No forced smiles.
No measuring my words carefully so they wouldn’t offend the wrong person.
Just us.
We spent the day lazily. He had calls in the morning, but he took them in his study while I sat curled on the couch reading one of the books he had recommended. Occasionally, he’d glance at
