Hailey's pov
I drifted off sometime after we collapsed together, the three of us tangled in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the couch. Roy's steady breathing against my neck and Ryan's arm draped heavily over my waist pulled me under like the warmest blanket.
When I woke, it was dark and quiet, the clock on the nightstand glowing midnight blue. They must have carried me upstairs at some point. I was tucked carefully under the soft duvet, wearing one of Roy's oversized T-shirts that smelled like him—clean soap and that unique warmth that was purely Roy.
Ryan's side of the bed was empty, probably checking security or handling late-night calls. Roy slept deeply beside me, his bandaged side rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, face relaxed in a way it hadn't been all day.
I smiled in the da
