Irvin's POV
This sensation was foreign territory for me.
Davina was sprawled across my chest, her breath barely audible, her skin radiating heat against mine. The logical move would've been to shift away, rouse her, send her packing—but I stayed put. My gaze remained fixed on the ceiling instead, one arm casually draped across her spine, feeling each gentle rhythm of her breathing.
When the hell did I start growing a conscience? Because it was seriously pissing me off.
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting everything in this golden glow that made the whole scene feel too... personal. Too damn real.
Davina eventually began to stir, her body moving against mine. She remained silent at first, just shifted carefully, pushing herself upright and stretching before sliding off me completely.
I didn't stop her.
