AURORA'S POV:
The sunlight filters through the thin curtains, soft and golden, brushing across my skin like a whisper.
It’s too warm for the early morning, almost heavy, clinging to the sheets that are twisted around my legs. The room is quiet... so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.
My eyes open slowly, and for a moment, I don’t move. My muscles ache in a way that reminds me exactly what happened last night. My breath catches.
Jon’s warmth surrounds me on one side, his chest pressed against my arm, the slow rise and fall of his breathing steady and reassuring. On the other side, I feel Arc; cool, solid, his fingers still loosely wrapped around mine like he’s afraid letting go will make it all disappear.
For a brief second, I let myself stay there, tucked between
