Meera~

Warmth.

A steady, firm heat pressed against my back, an arm draped protectively over my waist, fingers lightly resting on my stomach as if afraid to let go. A slow, rhythmic rise and fall of a chest against me, and the sound of deep, even breathing filled the quiet room.

Abram.

My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few moments, I just lay there, unmoving, trying to piece together the remnants of the night before.

I looked at him, and my heart skipped a beat. His hair was falling over his forehead, and he was exuding innocence.

I raised my hand...