ASHLEY’S POV
The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft, heavy warmth pressed against my back.
For a second, I didn’t move. The sunlight came in through Lucas’s curtains. The air smelled like him—clean soap and that woodsy cologne that somehow always gave me butterflies. My body relaxed without permission.
Then the memories came rushing back.
The kiss. His hand on my waist. The way he whispered my name like it meant something.
My heart skipped, then raced so fast I could hear it in my ears. I had such a good time last night. He treated me like I was something special.
What did this mean? Were we something now? Or was it just one of those moments he’d pretend never happened?
I turned my head slightly. The space beside me was cold. Lucas wasn’t lying there anymore. My chest tightened.
