Misti’s POV
I woke up slowly.
Not because I was ready to, but because my body felt too aware to stay asleep. His weight was still on me, his head was resting lightly against my chest, his arm wrapped around my waist like he hadn’t moved all night.
I didn’t move either.
I just stayed there, staring at the ceiling, letting everything from last night settle properly in my head to reminisce later.
Or at least… try to.
“This is getting serious,” I muttered under my breath.
Because it to really was.
There was no point pretending anymore.
It wasn’t just the way he touched me, or the way I responded every single time without holding back. It was deeper than that now. The way I thought about him, the way I waited for him, the way everything else in my life right now felt secondary.
That w
