*Adrian’s POV*
I woke up the following morning with Amelia’s nude body pressed against me. Her deep breathing and warmth had helped me sleep better than I could remember sleeping in years. All I wanted to do was cuddle into her and go back to sleep, but that thought alone was enough to make me panic, so instead, I snuck out of the room like a coward.
I grabbed my phone from the kitchen island and saw that it was not quite five in the morning yet. I needed to get the fuck out of there before Amelia woke up. I had seen something in her eyes last night that went deeper than overwhelming lust, and that wasn’t a conversation I was ready to have with her yet. There wasn't a future where she and I could live happily ever after, and I was swimming in murky water allowing her to pull my feelings and emotions out of me.