She wakes up tangled in him, his arm heavy around her waist.
For a brief moment, she forgets who they are supposed to be.
Then reality returns.
He notices the change immediately. Loosens his grip. Gives her space without being asked.
They don't talk about what happened. They don't need to.
But when she leaves the room, she feels his eyes on her—unhidden, unguarded.
The enemy she married is no longer distant.
And that frightens her more than desire ever could.