[Noah's POV]
It was supposed to be perfect. A victory lap.
The adrenaline of the race, the high-speed chase, and the woman currently sprawled across my silk sheets—it had all been a symphony of chaos that I conducted perfectly.
I stood by the window, buttoning my fresh shirt, glancing back at the bed. Elena was asleep, her hair a golden mess on the pillow, one bare shoulder exposed.
I never let women stay in my bed. I never let them sleep over. It was a rule written in stone.
But last night... after the way she had yielded to me on the bike, taking every inch of me while the wind whipped around us, I had broken my own protocol. I hadn't carried her to the guest room. I'd let her collapse right here.
And then, the impossible happened.
I slept.
For ten years, insomnia has been my mos
