*Roxy*

The midday light slips in through the curtains, golden and soft against the wooden floor. I stir beneath the covers, warm and wrapped in Leo’s scent. For a moment, I let myself stay there, tucked in the cocoon of his bed and the magic of last night.

But then his hand brushes against my cheek, his voice rumbling low beside me. “Roxy, it’s time.”

I blink slowly, still somewhere between sleep and waking. His face is close, his eyes darker than ever in the shadows. My heart flutters. “Already?” I whisper, stretching under the covers.

He nods, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “It’s past noon. The...