I was still straddling him, his body warm beneath mine, both of us quiet now—our breathing slowing, hearts still racing but syncing. Diego leaned back against the headboard, bringing me with him, cradling me in his arms like I was something fragile and irreplaceable. His fingers traced lazy, comforting circles along my spine, his other hand wrapped firmly around my waist,
For the first time in what felt like forever, the room wasn’t charged with heat or desperation. It was soft. Intimate. Safe.
“I’ve never felt this,” I whispered, my cheek pressed against his chest. “This, calm. Like I’m exactly where I should be.”
Diego’s chest rose and fell with a breath that trembled slightly, like my words had punched right through him. He looked down at me, brushing a damp strand of hair away from
