Meera~
Warmth.
A steady, firm heat pressed against my back, an arm draped protectively over my waist, fingers lightly resting on my stomach as if afraid to let go. A slow, rhythmic rise and fall of a chest against me, and the sound of deep, even breathing filled the quiet room.
Abram.
My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few moments, I just lay there, unmoving, trying to piece together the remnants of the night before.
I looked at him, and my heart skipped a beat. His hair was falling over his forehead, and he was exuding innocence.
I raised my hand to push away the hair and stare at him all day, but I refrained.
Did he bring me here to his bed? But why? He doesn’t like sleeping with me in the same bed. And then, piece by piece, I r
