Skye
Lying in bed with Mason’s arms wrapped securely around me, the thought of going back to my room felt like a prison sentence. His embrace was warm and protective, chasing away every bad dream and lingering doubt. My head rested on his chest, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed me more than anything I could remember.
“Mason,” I whispered hesitantly, biting my lip as nervousness crept in. “I… I was thinking... maybe I could move into your room?”
His hand stilled on my back, and for a moment, I worried I’d overstepped. But then he tilted my chin up gently, making me look at his eyes filled with warmth.
“I’ve been wanting to bring that up,” he said quietly, a smile tugging at his lips. “But I didn’t want to rush you. I wanted you to feel comfortable and make that decision on
