-POV Derby
Morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of my apartment, soft and unforgiving, painting the room in pale gold. I lay on my side, facing Jordan, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was still asleep, one arm slung heavy across my waist like even in unconsciousness he refused to let me go. His face looked almost peaceful — the sharp lines of his jaw relaxed, the usual tension between his brows smoothed out for once. But I knew better now.
I knew everything.
I stayed anyway.
My fingers traced the edge of the sheet where it draped low over his hips, not touching skin, just hovering close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. I had woken up an hour ago and hadn’t moved since. Not because I was trapped. Not because I was afraid to leave. But be
