The morning light filtered gently through the gauzy curtains, casting a golden glow over the tangled limbs and wrinkled sheets. DJ lay flat on his back, one arm folded behind his head, the other cradling Aurelia against his chest. She was pressed to his side, one leg wrapped around his, her cheek resting against his shoulder, lips brushing his skin with every exhale.
The silence was warm, still humming with what they had shared. DJ ran his fingers softly through her golden hair, memorizing how it spilled across him like silk. But the longer they stayed like this, the more his mind gnawed at the edges of the moment — the danger, the risk, the line they’d crossed again and again.
He exhaled slowly. “Lia…” he murmured, his voice rough and quiet, “what we’re doing... it’s dangerous. If anyon
