Albert
Warm.
That was the first thing I noticed as consciousness stirred.
I was warm and tucked against someone’s chest. Strong arms were draped around me. A steady heartbeat echoed beneath my ear, grounding and familiar. The bedsheets were tangled around my legs, and the air carried the earthy, musky scent of him, comforting, steady and safe.
Emon, my heart whispered, in that blissful space before thought could catch up to truth. He always slept with one arm under my neck and the other tight around my waist, breathing into my hair. I smiled into the warmth and let out a soft sigh.
Then something shifted.
The breath in my hair was deeper. Rougher. The heartbeat slower… stronger. Too strong.
My eyes snapped open.
I blinked at the unfamiliar curve of a bare chest in front of me, the
