The sun was rude.
Too bright. Too warm. Too real.
The light poured through the tall windows like it was, perhaps, unaware of what had unfolded the night before, or maybe it did and just wanted to show off, casting everything in soft golden shades as if to remember the mess we had made.
I squinted against the brightness and groaned a bit while stretching. Every part of me felt sore in ways I didn't expect, but oddly, it felt good. It was like I had been pulled apart and put back together, left in this strange state.
I woke up feeling warm. Not from the sun, but from the arms wrapped around me, with one leg tangled with mine, and his nose buried in my hair like he hadn't shifted all night.
Adrien.
His chest moved steadily under my cheek, warm and relaxed, but his grip was firm, as if he had no intention of letting me go, even while sleeping.
For a moment, I stopped moving.
My heart kicked. We did… all of that.
