Nicholas’s POV
There’s something about waking up in your own bed after being stuck in a hospital that just hits different.
I blinked up at the smooth white ceiling, the soft hum of the central air conditioning filling the silence. No beeping monitors. No nurses checking vitals. No stiff hospital sheets or sterile walls. Just the comfort of home—the subtle scent of clean linen, the faint trace of cedar wood from the diffuser, and the familiar glow of sunlight peeking through the motorized blinds. I had missed this.
The sheets were tucked too tight—Zack’s doing, no doubt. Overprotective as always. I tugged them loose with a sigh and reached for my phone on the marble side table. Three missed calls, a few texts, and one new voicemail.
I tapped to play.
“Hey, um... it’s Jamal. You probabl
