The morning light spilled through the blinds in warm, lazy streaks across Amelia’s bedroom, casting soft golden patterns over tangled sheets and bare skin. The world outside was quiet—suspended in a brief moment of peace, the kind that came after a storm.
Amelia stirred slowly in Andrew’s arms, her cheek resting against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth of his skin, the familiar scent of his cologne—all of it wrapped around her like a blanket she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. His arm was draped around her waist, protective, almost possessive in sleep.
She could’ve stayed like that forever.
But the shrill vibration of her phone shattered the quiet.
She groaned softly, eyes fluttering open. Andrew stirred too, a low hum escaping his throat as he tightened hi
