When I finally opened my eyes, the sunlight was filtering through heavy, cream-colored curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden haze. I was lying in a bed that felt like a cloud, tucked under a duvet so plush I didn't want to move. The room was beautiful—vaulted ceilings with exposed cedar beams, walls painted a calming sage green, and a large stone fireplace that mirrored the one in the living room.
I blinked, disoriented. I didn't remember coming in here. The last thing I recalled was the rhythmic crackle of the fire and the low, steady rumble of Liam’s voice as we sat on the leather couch. He must have carried me. The thought made my cheeks warm, a strange, fluttery sensation stirring in my chest that I hadn't felt in years.
I slid out of bed, my feet sinking into a thick wool rug
