Raven POV
Warm.
That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up.
Not the room. Not the bed. Not the faint morning light slipping through the blinds.
Warmth.
Solid warmth.
My cheek was pressed against something firm and steady, rising and falling beneath my ear in a slow rhythm. A heartbeat. Breathing. I didn't have to think twice to recognize that heartbeat.
Tyler.
My awareness returned in fragments, like broken glass slowly fitting back together, the fog lifting little by little. I blinked a few times, still half-dazed. My fingers were curled in fabric, but not in the soft, familiar fabric of a blanket. It was rougher, textured—his shirt. My leg was thrown over something heavy, unmoving. My body was… draped.
Over him.
My eyes snapped open, heart hammering in my chest.
For one frozen second, I didn't move.
