Ariana

The gentle morning light filtered through the curtains. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and my heart skipped a beat. Lucas was lying beside me, his peaceful expression softened by the slumber that enveloped him. Memories of the night before came rushing back, my cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

As I moved to sit up, the bed shifted slightly, and I froze. A strong arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back down against a solid, warm chest. My heart raced, and I turned my head to find Lucas still asleep, his grip possessively tight.

My instinct was to escape, to untangle myself from his embrace...