Andrea woke slowly, cocooned in warmth. Henry’s arm was draped heavily across her waist, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath her cheek. The faint scent of last night lingered on his skin-candle wax, roses, and him. Rose petals were scattered across the sheets, a few stuck to her shoulder and his forearm.She didn’t move at first. She just listened to his heartbeat and let herself feel everything. Safe. Wanted. Terrified.Henry stirred, his hand sliding up her back in a slow, sleepy caress. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.Andrea tilted her face up. His eyes were half-lidded, hair messy, and the small smile on his lips was softer than anything she’d ever seen from him in the office. “Morning,” she whispered back.They stayed like that for a while, no rush, no words, just quiet breathing and gentle touches. Henry’s fingers traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder while she rested her palm over his heart. It felt dan
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