ANTHONY'S POV
I opened my eyes slowly, letting the soft morning light creep into my vision. The room was quiet, wrapped in a calm that only early hours could bring.
There was a soft weight pressed against my side. I looked down—and there she was.
Suzan.
Her arm was draped across my chest, her face relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, and her body tangled with mine beneath the blanket. Her presence was warm, familiar, grounding—and entirely dangerous for my heart.
Last night's conversation echoed in my head like a storm that had finally passed. Everything we'd held in for years poured out—bitterness, hurt, anger, regret. No sugarcoating, no shields. Just raw truth.
And after all that, we didn't argue. We didn't push away.
We just… went to bed. No kiss. No promises.
