I woke up with a stiff neck, as if I hadn't slept well. As soon as I moved, a wave of nausea and a slight headache washed over me, along with memories of the previous night. Laughter, conversation, half-opening boxes, and simply continuing to eat and drink as if we were teenagers again. The room was dim; the curtains only let in a faint glow of morning light.
It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't lying on the floor or propped up on a box. I was sprawled on the sofa, my head resting on Sebastian's chest. His arm was wrapped gently around me, heavy but protective, as if even in sleep he hadn't let go.
For a second, I froze, unsure whether to move. His breathing was steady and calm, and I could feel his warmth in my hair. The chaos of the previous night—the laughter, the wine, the pi
