The morning light was a soft filter, my body boneless and half-dozy. Our limbs were entangled with my head on Rohan's chest and his stubble itchy against my forehead as we listened to rain pattering against the windows.

I traced lazy circles on his abs and he hummed, content, in a voice thick with sleep. I craned my neck to see the tiny strip of gold beneath his half-closed lids. "Last night was amazing."

"Yeah." Rohan tensed for the briefest second. My expression ...