Soft, golden light crept through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the sleeping figure beside him. Alicia lay curled on her side, the covers pushed low around her waist, hair a wild halo over his pillow, lips parted slightly in sleep. She looked soft. Untouchable. Fucking perfect.
Adrien was already wide awake. He hadn't really slept—not when his body still thrummed with the ghost of her touch, not when every sound she'd made the night before played on repeat in his mind like a drug he couldn't quit. Her moans, and gasps, the way she whimpered his name like it was salvation and sin all at once.
She stirred with a soft hum, turning instinctively toward him. One bare leg slid between his, hooking around him in her sleep, skin to skin. Her arm draped over his chest. Her entire body pressed into his like she belonged there.
