Chapter 1
Vanessa’s POV
“Move your big leg, Dylan, you’re crushing me already,” I hissed under my breath, trying to shove his thigh off mine without waking the whole damn bed.
He grunted something sleepy that sounded like “sorry” mixed with a snore and rolled half an inch closer instead of away. Typical.
The mattress dipped again, pressing my hip right into his. Mum and her husband were dead to the world on the far side—Dad’s replacement snoring like a broken chainsaw, Mum curled against his chest with that peaceful little smile she always wore when she thought nobody was watching.
The room smelled like coconut oil from her hair, faint sweat, and the salty sea breeze sneaking through the cracked window.
Holiday house. One big family bed because “it’s cozy” and “we’re all adults now
