ADRIAN
The first thing I became aware of was warmth.
Not sunlight, not the faint hum of the air conditioner, not even the dull ache in my shoulder from sleeping in a position I definitely shouldn’t have.
No — it was the warmth pressed against my side. Soft. Familiar. Dangerous.
Isabella.
She shifted slightly, her hair brushing my arm, and I froze like a teenager caught doing something he shouldn’t. Which, to be fair, was exactly how she always made me feel. Even now. Even after everything.
Especially after everything.
I opened my eyes slowly. She was still asleep, curled toward me, her cheek resting on the pillow we apparently ended up sharing. Her breathing was soft, steady, completely unaware of the chaos she caused just by existing within a foot of me.
And then she moved again —
