Margot POV
Rhett had been restless the night before.
Whatever had driven him, it kept us both awake long past midnight, and when he finally settled, he didn’t leave.
He drew me against him and slept like that, his arm heavy across my waist as if the idea of distance had never occurred to him.
The alarm went off at seven-thirty.
I usually woke without one, but after a night like that, my body felt leaden, my limbs slow to answer, and my eyelids unwilling to lift.
I reached for the phone, silenced it, and had barely drawn a full breath before his arm tightened and pulled me back into the curve of his body.
I tried to shift.
“I have to get up.” My voice came out rough, still thick with sleep.
He pressed his face into the back of my neck and inhaled, slow and deliberate.
Warm air br
