CIARA'S POV

I woke up slowly, the kind of gradual climb to consciousness where dreams and reality blur together. Something warm pressed against my palm. My fingers were intertwined with someone else's.

Darragh's.

My eyes flew open. Morning light filtered through the cheap hotel curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

Darragh sat on the floor beside my bed, his back against the wall, head tilted at an uncomfortable angle. Fast asleep. One ...