Jake’s pov

The sun shone through the gap in the window blinds, hitting the messy bedsheets. I opened my eyes, feeling tired, and smelled vanilla and something else that was just Lila.

She was sleeping next to me, her back to my chest, her hip fitting perfectly against mine. I thought back to last night: soft whispers, breaths, and bodies touching.

I reached out, tracing her back, and she moved.

“Morning,” I said, my voice thick with sleep and a feeling I couldn’t quite name. I ...