EVE's POV.
I woke to find myself wrapped in the comfort of soft sheets, the memories of last night both vivid and surreal. The sun had begun its gentle invasion of the room, streaming through the gaps in the curtains and bathing everything in gold. The warmth of the light pressed against my skin, coaxing a small smile onto my lips. For a moment, I just lay there, feeling the quiet after the storm, listening to the distant hum of the city, and letting myself breathe.
“Damn,” I muttered to no one in particular, a mix of disbelief and amusement creeping into my voice. I could almost wish he were here again—not for the moment we shared, but for the quiet, the comfort, the connection. But I knew he had likely gone back to Xenonia for whatever business had called him.
Wrapped in the sheets,
