Mia
Brynn's lips found mine before words could. It was soft at first, questioning, hesitant, like he was asking for permission to exist in this closeness again. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. Not when their warmth wrapped around me like sunlight after a storm.
Brynn’s hand cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing the corner of my mouth, while Frynn’s fingers threaded through my hair, drawing a sigh from me that I didn’t know I had been holding. Between them, I was both grounded and unmoored. They were two halves of the same heartbeat pressing closer to me until I forgot which rhythm was mine.
The room was hushed except for the sound of our breathing. Curtains stirred lazily with the morning breeze. The light spilling across the white sheets and painted them in gold, and for a moment, it felt li
