Blaze:
The morning sun poured in through the blinds like it owned the place, bold and unapologetic. It painted golden lines across the bed, catching in Kat’s wild mess of curls sprawled over my chest. My arm had gone numb hours ago from her weight, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to.
I just laid there, staring at the ceiling with her breath soft against my skin, heart beating a little slower than usual. It felt… still. Peaceful. Like the chaos had finally hit pause for one damn second.
I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up like this—without a hangover, a gun under my pillow, or someone calling because they needing something. No tension in my neck, no phone buzzing with bad news, no fire to put out before my first coffee.
Just Kat.
Wrapped around me like she belonged there.
She
