I woke to pale morning light filtering through the hotel curtains, feeling more rested than I had in days.
For the first time since arriving in this city for the meeting, my mind wasn't racing, my body wasn't tense. I was wrapped in Axel's warmth, his arm draped across my waist, his steady breathing matching the rhythm of sleep.
I didn't want to move. I just wanted to stay here, in this moment, pretending the rest of the world didn't exist.
I hate to admit it, but I might just get used to us sharing a bed.
I must have dozed off again, because the next thing I heard was the soft slide of the balcony door opening. Axel was already up, his phone pressed to his ear.
I watched him from the bed, trying to hear what he was saying. His posture was different: tense, alert, and careful. His voice was low, almost a whisper, the kind of tone someone uses when they don't want to be overheard.
