VIV:
I woke up before him.
That alone should’ve tipped me off that something was off. I never slept this late. Never let my guard down long enough to sink this deep into sleep. But Knox… Knox had been wrapped around me all night, solid and warm and real, like a damn security blanket I didn’t know I needed.
And I hated how safe I felt.
It unnerved me, being held like that. No strings. No expectations. Just strong arms and slow, steady breathing and his thumb brushing against the curve of my hip in his sleep like he was grounding us both.
I lay there for a long time, staring at the wall across from the bed, listening to the city hum just outside the windows and trying not to overthink the heaviness in my chest. Because this wasn’t part of the plan. We were supposed to f**k it out of our
