FIA
I woke to sunlight streaming through gaps in the heavy curtains. My body felt different. Lighter somehow, though everything ached in that deep-bone way that came after a heat finally burned itself out. The 'fever' had broken sometime during the night, and now I existed in that strange floaty aftermath where the world felt too bright and too quiet all at once.
Cian's arm lay draped across my waist. His breathing came slow and even against the back of my neck, each exhale warm enough to make me shiver. I didn't move. Some part of me wanted to preserve this moment, this fragile pocket of peace we'd carved out together in Moonhaven's opulent suite.
The sheets tangled around us smelled like sex, sweat and something distinctly us.
His fingers twitched against my stomach. Then his whole body tensed behind me, muscles going rigid in that way they did when he first woke and remembered where he was.
