REED’S POV
The soft morning light streamed through the partially drawn curtains, spilling across the bed in a warm golden hue. My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the brightness, and the first thing I saw was her. Liana.
Her head rested against my outstretched left arm, her hair a chaotic cascade of silk against the white sheets. She was curled up beside me, her breathing soft and steady, her lashes fluttering faintly as though she were lost in a pleasant dream.
My chest tightened as I took her in, her delicate face still carrying the faintest flush from the night before. The memory of her—every gasp, every shiver, every broken moan—came rushing back to me, making it impossible to look away. She had been mine in every way last night, and the thought that I had been her first was
