Aliana’s POV

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the bedroom. The air was thick with warmth and the lingering scent of him—of us.

I stirred, the soreness in my body a stark reminder of the battle we fought last night.

Freddy had devoured me like a starving man—like he was making up for every second we had been apart.

And I had let him.

Because I had missed him just as much.

But now, as I blinked away the last traces of sleep, I turned my head to find him still fast asleep.

Freddy never slept in.

It was rare to see him...