The morning light crept through the sheer curtains, soft and golden, kissing the edges of the room with warmth. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the dull ache in my head reminding me of the wine from last night. For a moment, I forgot where I was. And then I felt it. The weight beside me. The steady sound of breathing. The gentle warmth that wasn’t mine. I turned my head — slowly, carefully — and there he was. Cullen. Sleeping. Peaceful. Unarmored. Human. My chest tightened at the sight. His brows weren’t furrowed like usual. There was no storm behind his eyes, no walls. Just a man — vulnerable, quiet, and close enough for me to hear the rhythm of his breath. I don’t know how long I stared, afraid that even blinking might shatter the moment. He looked younger somehow, like the world hadn't touched him yet. Or maybe, for once, he let the world rest. Last night came rushing back — the wine, the silence, my tears, his arms. I had asked him to stay. Half-asleep and trembling, I had
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