Interlude
Avery's Point of View
I woke to weight and warmth, the kind that makes a body forget the hour. An arm rested across my waist with a steady heaviness, palm relaxed and open like it had finally learned how to sleep.
His breath moved at my nape in a slow rhythm that tickled more than it pressed, and the heat of his chest lined the curve of my back as if the night had decided to turn us into a single shape.
I shifted a little to see, careful not to pull the blanket too far, and there he was.
Elliot.
Peaceful in the way people look when the world has not yet found them. Softer than the corridor version of him, and yes, vulnerable in a way that told me last night was not a detour but a truth we could not keep pretending did not exist.
Humugot ako ng mahabang hininga na parang s
