Amelia POV

The sharp beam of sunlight pierced through the curtains, dragging me from the depths of sleep. I groaned softly, instinctively trying to shield my eyes, but something warm and solid pinned my arm down.

Blinking against the light, I slowly became aware of my surroundings—the familiar scent of Maxwell’s cologne, the soft rustle of sheets, and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek.

My heart skipped a beat. I was curled up against Maxwell, his strong arm wrapped ...