I woke up to the sound of his heartbeat beneath my ear. For a moment, I just lay there, still, my cheek resting on his chest. The afternoon light poured softly through the half-open blinds, painting thin gold lines across his skin.

I blinked and reached for my phone on the nightstand. 2:30 p.m.

We’d slept off.

My lips curved faintly. He looked so peaceful like this… the hardness in his face completely gone, his jaw unclenched, his lashes resting low over his cheeks.

I traced his chest ...