Emma POV

Morning came soft. Too soft.Light slipped through the curtains and touched my face. I turned away. The pillow smelled faintly of warmth, rice, and something else I couldn’t name. Something human. His smell.

For a while, I stayed still. I didn’t want to move. My body felt heavy, my head full of little scattered pieces from last night—his voice, his hands, that quiet space between words.

My fingers brushed my lips. Warm. Maybe from sleep. Maybe not. I didn’t know anymore. I ...