Lyric
I woke up to heat.
Not the sweaty, sunburn kind — but him.
Zay’s arm was heavy across my waist, his chest against my back, his breath slow and deep by my ear.
His body was so warm it felt like he swallowed all the cold from the world and kept it just for me.
The sun was barely peeking through my blinds, that soft orange glow sneaking in and casting streaks across the wall.
I stayed still for a minute, just breathing.
Trying not to ruin it.
Because these moments?
They weren’t normal.
Zay wasn’t this — soft, still, sleeping next to a girl like he belonged there.
But here he was.
In my bed.
No shirt.
Hoodie tossed on my floor.
My satin pillow cradling his tattoos like they were made for it.
I slowly turned over, just enough to see his face.
And God… he was beautiful.
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