Chloe’s POV

The morning came fast, I could still feel the warmth of his body on my skin. The morning light crept through the half-open curtains, painting gold lines across the sheets tangled around us. Jake’s arm was still wrapped around my waist, heavy and warm, his breath slow against my shoulder. For a moment, it almost felt peaceful, the kind of peace that doesn’t last.

Last night was still a haze, his mouth, his hands, the way he whispered my name like it meant something ...