Harrison POV
The room was dark, save for the faint golden glow of the streetlights filtering through the thin curtains. Juliette lay beside me, her breathing even but shallow, as if she were forcing herself into the rhythm of sleep. Her back was pressed against me, warm and close, but something felt off.
I tightened my arm around her waist, feigning comfort, but in truth, I was testing her reaction. A part of me hoped she would relax into my embrace, but her body stiffened ever so slightly, a change so small most people wouldn’t notice.
But I wasn’t most people.
I’d become attuned to Juliette’s every movement, every expression, every slight shift in her mood. This wasn’t the same woman I had been with for months—the fiery, confident woman who used to meet my gaze with unwavering trust.
