It takes a second for my brain to catch up — to understand why my arm is numb, why something warm and soft is pressed against my chest, why the steady rhythm of someone else’s breathing vibrates through my ribs. Then it hits me. Cara.She’s curled against me like she belongs there. One hand fisted in the fabric of my shirt. Her leg thrown over mine. Her cheek resting on my chest, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and even. My arm is wrapped around her waist, my fingers splayed against her stomach. As if my body forgot all the boundaries I swore I’d keep.My heart knocks once. Hard.Fuck.For a moment, a long one, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, letting panic and longing wrestle in my chest. She’s so warm, so small, and so trusting andI have no business touching her like this.I should move. I know I should move. But the second I shift even a fraction, she makes a small sound, a quiet, sleepy protest, and presses closer, burying her face into the hollow of my throat.I fr
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