EMILY
I woke up with Leo’s arm still locked around my waist, he’d fallen asleep holding me hostage. His chest was warm against my back, his breathing slow and steady. For one stupid second, I let myself feel safe.
I slid out from under his arm and my bare feet hit the marble. I made it three steps toward the door before his voice stopped me cold.
“Running again?” he said groggily, still half-asleep.
I spun around.
Leo was sitting up in bed, his bare chest on full display. The morning light carved shadows across every muscle like it was personally obsessed with him. His dark eyes pinned me in place.
“I’m leaving,” I said. My voice shook. “You can’t keep me here like some pet project.”
He swung his legs off the bed and stood slowly. The sweatpants hung low on his hips and I hated how
