Kat:
My head was pounding like someone was playing drums behind my eyes. The sunlight stabbing through the blinds didn’t help, either. I groaned, pulling the blanket over my face, trying to remember exactly how much I drank last night. Enough to dance like I owned the damn world. Enough to forget—for a few hours—about everything else.
I turned my head, eyes squinting against the light, and there he was. Blaze, sprawled out like some kind of Roman statue. One arm tossed above his head, dark hair mussed, his inked chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Peaceful. So unlike the man I knew when he was awake.
I watched him for a beat too long. There was something in my chest that tightened when I looked at him like that—unguarded. I didn’t know what to call it, but it made my fingers
