|| Lilac's POV ||

I moved a little. His arm was draped over me, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my back. The steady rise and fall of his breathing was soothing, and for a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the warmth of his presence.

But then it hit me I was wearing his t-shirt. The realization made my cheeks flush with embarrassment. How had I ended up in his clothes? My mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the night before. Had we…? No, surely not. I ...