Sam's P.O.V.
I woke up to the steady sound of his heartbeat, my head resting against his chest. For a moment, I forgot everything—the arguments, the tension, the impossible lines we weren’t supposed to cross. All that mattered was the warmth of his arms around me and the way his hand rested protectively on my back, as if even in sleep, he couldn’t let go.
The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted soft streaks across his face. Jax looked peaceful, unguarded, and I hated how much I wanted to stay like this forever.
His arm tightened around me slightly, and I froze, realizing he was waking up.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. His lips curved into a small, sleepy smile as he opened his eyes.
I tried to sit up, but he held me in place. “Don’t,” he said softly.
