Harmony woke slowly, awareness returning in pieces—the soft hum of the house, the faint rustle of the curtain drifting in the breeze from the cracked window, the steady rhythm of breath at her back.
Axel.
She didn’t move at first. Just lay there, eyes half-lidded, listening. His breathing was deep, even, the kind of sleep that only came when someone felt… settled. Safe.
Her lips curved faintly at that.
His arm was wrapped around her, heavy and warm, his hand resting just beneath her ribs, fingers splayed lazily against her skin like he had fallen asleep without ever letting her go.
Harmony shifted slightly, easing herself back into him, closing that small space between them until she could feel the full warmth of his bare chest against her spine. The heat of him seeped into her, groun
