ANDREA’S POV
The sunlight hitting the sheets was warm, but the arm draped over my waist was significantly warmer.
Blinking my eyes open required a second to adjust to the sheer size of the room and the stunning view of the Manhattan skyline. Then, the memories of the night before came rushing completely back: the storm, the doorframe, and the bed.
Turning my head revealed Maxwell fast asleep next to me. His dark hair was entirely messy, falling softly over his forehead in a way that made him look distinctly younger and softer. His breathing remained incredibly deep and completely steady.
Refusing to panic or scramble to find my clothes, worrying about the contract securely in the safe never even crossed my mind. For the very first time since meeting him, feeling completely at home was
