I woke up to sunlight.

Soft, warm, too bright for how little sleep I’d gotten. I blinked at the ceiling for a moment, replaying last night in slow, dizzy waves—his hands, his voice, the way he’d said my name like it mattered.

My heart did a slow, deep roll in my chest.

God.

I turned my head.

Leon was already awake.

Sitting in the chair by the window, elbows on his knees, hair slightly messy, sunlight catching on his profile. He looked quiet. Still. Beautiful in a way that made my ...