Hilary WindsorWarm morning light spilled through the curtains, hitting the edge of the table like a spotlight on last night’s chaos. A sketchpad, two forgotten mugs, and a throw blanket half-draped over Bennett’s legsBenett was still asleep.I sat beside him, legs curled beneath me, just watching.Bennett Landon the man who barely blinked in boardrooms and never let his suit wrinkle was fully out. Not just dozing. Deep, slow, peaceful sleep. His chest rose in steady rhythm, lips slightly parted, brow smooth.I would’ve smiled, if I wasn’t so confused.I’d never seen him like this. Not this still. Not this calm.The sound of his soft inhale broke the silence again. Then, as if on cue, his fingers twitched, and his eyes blinked open.He stared up at the ceiling for a second, disoriented. Then he turned to me.“You’re awake,” he said, voice rough with sleep. “What time is it?”I bit back a grin. “Past ten.”His brows furrowed and he sat up fast, pushing a hand through his hair. “Ten?”
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