~Reid~
I woke to the weight of her hand on my chest and the scent of her hair on my pillow.
Fallon.
Not a dream. Not a flash of memory trying to crawl its way out of my subconscious. She was real. Soft, warm, wrapped around me like the night had never ended.
She was here. Tangled in the sheets. Tangled in me.
This time, really mine.
I didn’t move at first. I just stared at the ceiling with a kind of stillness I hadn’t felt in a long time. No storm in my chest. No shame clawing at my throat. Just this quiet, rare kind of peace.
Fallon stirred beside me, murmuring something incoherent as her leg hooked tighter around mine. She sighed into my shoulder like she belonged there.
And for the first time in months—hell, maybe years—I believed it.
I turned to look at her. Hair a mess. Lips parted. Eyelashes fanned against her cheek like they were painted there. She looked younger in sleep. Less guarded. Beautiful in a way that made my chest ache with something bigger than lust.
God, I missed he
