- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the chapter: House Of The Balloons by The Weeknd)
The morning light was an unwelcome intrusion, spilling through the window and dragging me back to reality.
My body ached—not in a bad way, but in a way that reminded me of every moment from last night. Every touch. Every breath. Every whispered plea.
And worst of all, Glyndon was still here.
Her warmth pressed against my side, her leg tangled with mine beneath the sheets. Her fingers, once gripping me with hunger, now lay curled around my bare waist in something softer. Something dangerous.
Like she belonged here.
Like she wanted to be here.
Like I wanted her here.
A lump rose in my throat at the realization, and my fingers twitched, instinct warring with impulse. I should move. I needed to move.
Because the second I did, this moment would end.
And I wasn't ready for that.
But then Glyndon stirred.
