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I woke up in Jaxon's bed.
Not the guest room. His actual bed, in his actual bedroom, with him sleeping beside me, one arm draped protectively across my waist. We were both fully clothed, nothing had happened beyond kissing that had made my toes curl and my brain short-circuit, but waking up tangled together felt more intimate than anything I'd experienced with Ethan in two years.
Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden light across Jaxon's face. Asleep, he looked younger, less burdened. The lines of stress that usually creased his forehead were smooth. His breathing was deep and even.
I should leave. We should slip back to the guest room before this gets more complicated. But I couldn't make myself move.
Last night had shifted something fundamental betwe
