Morning came too soon, sunlight bleeding through the curtains like it had been waiting to snitch on me. I blinked awake, neck stiff from the couch, half expecting last night to be a dream. But then I turned my head and there he was, still asleep across from me, the great Teddy Fox, barefoot, shirt undone, breathing like a man who actually needed rest. It was disorienting, seeing him like that… stripped of the armor, no boardroom glare, no perfect lines. Just him, quiet and human, ruining my ability to think straight.
I sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off my legs. My heart was doing that annoying tap dance again, the one it did whenever he got too close to normal. His phone was on the table beside him, face down, screen cracked at one corner. Somehow that felt poetic… even his pho
