Amelia’s POV

The night blurred after Ryder kissed me. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that—clinging, kissing like we were the only ones left in the world. At some point, exhaustion dragged me down, and I must’ve fallen asleep wrapped in his arms.

When I woke the next morning, sunlight spilled across Ryder’s room, warming the sheets. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I felt the soft weight of his arm over me, the steady rhythm of his breathing at my back, and everything ...