Madelyn
I woke up with the familiar scent of Dominic, a faint, lingering scent on the pillow and the sheets, and somehow it had the power to make me pause mid-breath. My head was still heavy with sleep, my body warm and pressed against him, and for a second I didn’t want to move. But the clock on the nightstand was blinking, reminding me that the world outside our room didn’t stop for morning laziness.
I shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, and that was when I felt his hand brushing against mine under the sheets, like he was claiming, like he expected me here. And I didn’t pull away. That had become our rhythm, hasn’t it? He expected me every night, and I had started showing up. Not that I had any complaints.
“Morning,” he murmured without opening his eyes, voice low, thick with th
