The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. Andrew stirred, his arm instinctively tightening around Amelia’s warm body beside him. He blinked, taking in the moment—the feel of her skin against his, the soft rise and fall of her breath, the scent of her lingering on the sheets.
For the first time in years, he felt… content.
Amelia shifted slightly, her back pressed against his chest, and a sleepy sigh escaped her lips. Andrew smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. He wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in her warmth, drowning in the peaceful afterglow of the night they had shared.
But reality came crashing in.
Oliver.
His chest tightened as the memory of their conversation resurfaced. Amelia had
