Leighton woke to the smell of coffee.
She was still in Noah's bed. Gray morning light filtered through the curtains. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm.
For a moment, everything felt right. Perfect.
Then he stirred beside her.
His arm tensed. Withdrew. The mattress shifted as he sat up.
She turned to look at him. He had his back to her, feet on the floor. His shoulders were rigid. Tense.
"Noah?"
He didn't turn around. "You should go back to your room."
The words hit like ice water. She sat up, pulling the sheet around her. "What?"
"Before Chloe wakes up. You need to go."
"That's it? That's all you're going to say?"
He stood up. Grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. Still wouldn't look at her.
"This was a mistake."
The words knocked the air from
