I woke up in Roman’s bed.

For a second I forgot where I was. Then the warm weight of his arm across my waist reminded me. Morning light slipped through the curtains. His breathing was slow and steady against the back of my neck.

We had fallen asleep together. That hadn’t been the plan.

I carefully slid out from under his arm. He stirred but didn’t wake. I found my dress on the floor, pulled it on, and slipped out of his room before Avery could wake up.

The hallway felt colder than usual.

Downstairs I made coffee with shaky hands. My body still carried the memory of him. The...