I am warm.
Unreasonably, dangerously warm.
The kind of warm that makes you want to stay very still and not think too hard about why.
I stay very still.
I think too hard about why.
Adrian’s arm is around me. My head is on his chest. His heartbeat is steady under my ear — slow and calm, like he’s been asleep for hours.
Except he isn’t asleep.
I know because his breathing changed the moment I stirred. Slightly. Barely. But I noticed.
He’s awake. He knows I’m awake. And neither of us is moving.
The pillow barrier — his carefully, seriously constructed pillow barrier — is completely gone. Every single pillow. On the floor. Like they jumped.
*Traitors.*
I should move. I should say something casual and climb out of bed and pretend this is completely normal. That’s the smart thing. The
