Kyl's POV
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes wasn’t the light, It was the smell.
The scent of faint lavender, musk, the earthy scent of used books, and something else, something more primal, her, Ivana.
The room was covered with posters of famous music stars but mostly Justin Bieber.
She was curled next to me, her cheek pressed against my bare chest, one leg thrown over mine like she belonged there. I didn’t move, I couldn’t, not yet. Because even the smallest shift might break whatever spell was holding us in this moment, I wanted this moment to last forever.
Her breath warmed my skin in slow, steady waves. I stared up at the cracked ceiling of her apartment, feeling strangely peaceful. At home, and that terrified the hell out of me.
Last night had been....fuck.
It was
