Emma Laurent slept terribly.
Not dramatically.
No crying.
No tragic pacing through her house while rain hit the windows and orchestral music played in the background of her emotional collapse.
Just—
restless.
The kind where exhaustion settled behind her eyes while her brain refused to cooperate anyway.
Because every time she closed her eyes—
she saw Rowan.
Rain dripping from dark hair.
His hand against her waist.
The way he had looked at her before kissing her cheek like it had taken actual restraint not to do more.
Which felt unreasonable.
It had been a cheek kiss.
Technically innocent.
Unfortunately her nervous system appeared unconvinced.
Emma turned over with a frustrated groan before checking the time again.
2:17 AM.
Fantastic.
Her house remained quiet around her wh
