Avery POV
I woke up in a haze, the warmth of Aidan's chest beneath me anchoring me in a place that felt safe and oddly comforting. I stretched and winced as I moved, realizing I was sprawled on top of him, my cheek pressed against his shirt. Slowly, I lifted my head, meeting his smirking gaze, and grimaced. The events of the previous night rushed back in an overwhelming flood, and I couldn't help but check the time—my heart dropped.
12:30 PM.
Late. I was late. Way too late. And there he was, smirking at me like I was some kind of prize. I should’ve been mad, but for some reason, my irritation had a bittersweet edge to it. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been looking at me all morning while I was completely oblivious, curled up against him. Or maybe it was because I'd sacrificed my beaut
