The Morning After

Riley

I wake up to the warmth of his body wrapped around mine, his arm heavy across my waist, holding me close like he can't bear to let me go. The room is quiet, save for the sound of our steady breathing. I blink against the morning light filtering through the curtains, my mind still hazy from sleep.

And then it hits me.

Last night.

I can't believe it happened. One moment, he was comforting me, holding me like I was the most important thing in the world. The next, I was telling him I was his, like it was the most natural thing to say. 

And then… everything changed. The way he looked at me, the way his hands felt on my skin—it was like we were both unraveling, falling into something neither of us planned but couldn't stop.