Nevara
I woke with a start, breath caught in my throat.
For a second, I wasn’t sure why. The room was quiet, the light soft, and everything smelled faintly of lavender and old wood. The sheets were still warm. My pillow was a little damp from where my hair had dried in the night.
And yet…
Something had jolted me out of sleep. A dream, maybe.
I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to catch the edges of it. There’d been arms. Warmth. A steady heartbeat pressed close. A voice rumbling low in my ear.
“That wasn’t static electricity.”
My eyes widened. That wasn’t a dream.
I sat up slowly, heartbeat ticking faster now for a completely different reason. My body remembered before my brain did—how it felt to be carried in strong arms, how I’d snuggled against his chest without a second thought
