Poppy’s POV

I wake up slowly. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. Warmth surrounds me, the steady weight of a blanket pulled up to my shoulders, and the faint scent of smoke.

Then I realise two things at once. First… I’m not alone. Second… I didn’t run. My heart stutters as memory rushes back in a wave. The cabin, the couch, Jake, Leo.

Carefully, I open my eyes. My head is in Jake’s lap as he sits on the couch. He’s still asleep, his head tilted awkwardly against the couch ...