Aria’s POV
We stayed tangled like that for what felt like hours with our legs intertwined, his heartbeat steady under my cheek, my fingers tracing idle patterns across his massive chest.
The burnt toast sat forgotten on the tray, the coffee cooling into something that would probably taste like regret if we ever drank it.
Ethan shifted slightly, just enough to pull the sheet higher around my shoulders.
“You cold?” he murmured, voice still husky from sleep and laughter.
“A little,” I admitted, even though I wasn’t. I just wanted his arms tighter.
He obliged immediately, wrapping both arms around me like he was trying to fuse us into one person. His chin rested on top of my head, and I felt him exhale slowly, like he’d been holding tension in his lungs all night.
“I could get used to
