I woke up to sunlight streaming in through unfamiliar windows and the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside me.
For a wild, disorienting second, I forgot where I was. Then I felt the arm around my waist, the solid warmth at my back, and remembered.
Enzo's house. His couch. We'd talked until we both fell asleep sometime around two in the morning. My first instinct was to panic. To extract myself carefully and leave before things got awkward.
But then I remembered what I'd promised.
I'm done running.
So I stayed.
I turned slowly, careful not to wake him, and found him already watching me.
"Morning," he said, his voice rough with sleep.
"Morning." My own voice came out softer than intended. "How long have you been awake?"
"A while."
"And you didn't wake me?"
"You looked peacefu
