Dawn came too quickly, pale gray light filtering through the curtains and painting stripes across the tangled sheets. I woke slowly, disoriented by the warmth pressed against my back, the arm draped heavy across my waist. For a moment, I didn't remember where I was or who I was with. Then Luke shifted behind me, his breath warm against my neck, and everything came rushing back.

The conversation. The kiss. The decision to let him stay.

'You didn't just let him stay,' Crystal pointed out dryly. 'You practically begged him not to leave.'

'I was emotionally compromised.'

'You were honest for the first time in two years. There's a difference.'...