BAMBI'S POV
I woke up slowly, the kind of slow where you feel every muscle in your body stretching back to life. The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains in our bedroom, casting soft golden patches on the sheets. Dawn's arm was draped over my waist, heavy and warm, like he never wanted to let go even in his sleep. I could feel his steady breath against the back of my neck, and it sent a little shiver down my spine. Goddess, how did I get so lucky? Even after everything—the rumors, the doubts, the pain from my past—he was still here, holding me like I was the most precious thing in his world.
