LYRA POV
I woke up to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.
Warmth cocooned me, not just from the blanket tangled around us, but from the way his arms cradled me—one wrapped around my waist, the other bent so his fingers could rest against my bare skin. He was drawing shapes on my arm, slow and aimless, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Like maybe he thought I was still asleep.
I wasn’t. I’d been awake for a while now, drifting in that soft, perfect space between sleep and wakefulness, listening to the rise and fall of his breath. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break the spell. Not when everything felt so… right.
His scent wrapped around me, grounding and familiar. Wind and warmth. Him. It lingered in the sheets, in the pillow, in the space between us—i
