The first thing I noticed when I woke up wasn't the light—it was the warmth. A steady, solid warmth pressed against my back, an arm heavy around my waist, and the slow, even rhythm of someone breathing in sync with me.
For a second, I stayed perfectly still, just letting myself enjoy the sensation. The sheets were impossibly soft, the air faintly scented with cedar and something distinctly Joonseo. My life had been chaos for so long that waking up like this felt like stepping into another world.
"Are you pretending to be asleep?" His voice was still rough from sleep, deeper than usual, the kind of voice that made my skin tingle.
"Maybe," I murmured.
He shifted slightly, tightening his hold around me. "That's fine. I'll pretend to believe you."
