Third Person POV
The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Sofia shifted uncomfortably in the bed, her bladder demanding immediate attention. She moved to slide out from under the covers, but a heavy, muscled arm pinned her in place.
Vaden's arm draped over her like a steel bar, his grip secure even in sleep. Sofia sighed softly, careful not to wake him. She attempted to wiggle free, inching her body toward the edge of the bed.
Big mistake.
As soon as she moved, Vaden instinctively pulled her closer, his strength effortless, and she was trapped once again against his massive chest. His warmth was comforting, sure, but right now, she needed to escape, not cuddle.
She tried again, this time sliding downward, hoping to wiggle out from
