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59. Morning Confession
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2025-04-26 14:07:50|| Lilac's POV ||
I moved a little. His arm was draped over me, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my back. The steady rise and fall of his breathing was soothing, and for a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the warmth of his presence.
But then it hit me I was wearing his t-shirt. The realization made my cheeks flush with embarrassment. How had I ended up in his clothes? My mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the night before. Had we…? No, surely not. I would have remembered something like that. But the thought lingered, making my heart race.
I shifted slightly, my eyes drifting over Alaric’s half-naked form. His jawline was sharp, his stubble giving him a rugged, almost dangerous look. His chest was bare, the muscles defined and smooth, and I couldn’t help but admire the way the morning light played across his skin. He looked like a sculpture, perfectly carved and impossibly beautiful.
“Good morning, Dove,” Alaric’s voice broke the
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