Diana’s POVMorning came too quickly.Light leaked through the curtains in thin, silvery streaks, painting the room in fragments of dawn. Something heavy rested across my waist. Warm. Alive. A slow, steady breath ghosted the back of my neck.I froze.“Gordon?”A low grunt answered, half asleep, half possessive.My eyes snapped open. His arm was still draped over me.“What are you doing in my bed?” I asked, voice sharp, though I barely recognised it myself.He shifted behind me, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. “Look around,” he murmured, pulling his arm away. “You’re in my bed.”My heart stumbled. I sat up quickly, scanning the room, the headboard, the faint scent of his cologne, the expensive stillness. He was right. I was in his bed.The couch across the room still held the pillow and blanket I’d used last night. My mind scrambled for answers. How did I.......?“Don’t play games with me, Gordon,” I said, swinging my legs off the bed. “How did I end up here?”He gave a small,
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