Viv:
The first thing I noticed was the weight of his arm.
Heavy. Warm. Safe.
The second thing I noticed was the stillness.
No music. No voices. No lights blaring. Just a soft glow filtering through the window blinds and the low hum of the city outside.
My head didn’t ache, but something in my chest did.
I opened my eyes and blinked against the morning light. My living room looked softer in daylight. Lived-in. The scent of him, leather and cedar drifted through the air, grounded by the distinct warmth of his skin beside me.
And then I remembered.
Not everything—we didn’t sleep together.
Not in that way.
He held me. All night. Let me crash into him like a storm and didn’t push, didn’t demand. Just opened up his arms and let me fall.
I should’ve felt embarrassed. Or pissed at mysel
