Maya

The morning sun filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow over us. Nate held me close, our bodies entwined on the cool floor, yet the warmth we shared enveloped us both.

He kept me warm…

"Are you feeling any better?" His voice broke the silence as I blinked my eyes open.

"A little," I replied with a soft smile. "Where's Jackson?"

"He's still asleep," Nate murmured, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my back. "I checked on him half an ...