Emily's eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow across the room. Her head throbbed, a dull reminder of last night's tequila-fueled escapades. She found herself wrapped in one of Lucas' oversized t-shirts, the fabric soft against her skin and smelling faintly of his cologne.
"s**t," she muttered, trying to piece together the foggy memories of the previous night. Her gaze fell on Lucas, still fast asleep beside her, one muscular arm draped protectively over her waist.
Emily's heart skipped a beat as she studied his face, relaxed in sleep. The lines of worry that often creased his forehead were smoothed away, making him look younger, almost vulnerable.
"How the f**k did I get so lucky?" she thought, a mix of awe and anxiety swirling in
