As sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains, Aria stirred awake, her body still humming from the night before. A warm weight pressed against her waist—Adrian’s arm draped lazily over her. For a brief moment, she lay still, listening to his steady breathing, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.
The air was thick with unspoken words, emotions lingering from the night they shared. It was a mix of passion and something deeper—something neither of them had the courage to address just yet.
She carefully shifted, and Adrian's hold on her tightened for a second before he groggily opened his eyes. His gaze softened as he took in her flushed cheeks, her slightly swollen lips.
"Morning," his voice was husky, laced with sleep.
She swallowed, pushing away the rush of feelings that tried
