I woke tangled in Adrian’s arm, sunlight spilling over the bed because I’d been too lazy, or too careless, to close the curtains. For a second, I just lay there, soaking in the weight of him at my back, the warmth of his chest against me, the steady rhythm of his breathing. His hair was sticking up in every possible direction, and it almost made me laugh. It didn’t suit him at all. He looked… human.
For a moment, I thought about going back to sleep. Just shutting my eyes and pretending the world didn’t exist.
But then my phone started ringing.
Adrian groaned, pulling me closer like a kid clutching a stuffed toy. His mouth brushed my hair when he muttered, “Don’t answer it.”
“It could be important.”
“Nothing’s more important than this.”
I almost let him convince me. Almost. But then I
