Brrrng! Brrrng! Brrrng!
The sound of her alarm pierced through the early morning peace. She reached out slowly, fingers brushing against the cool sheets before landing on the button, silencing the noise.
Not like she even needed it. She hadn't slept a minute. Maybe an hour of dozing, but no rest. It had been a long night—too many thoughts and not enough clarity.
She blinked, trying to push herself into a sitting position, only to be met with the weight of a warm body next to her.
Lucas.
He was still asleep, his arm draped across her waist. She didn't want to disturb him, but the moment felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. The kind of weight that pressed against your chest, making it hard to breathe.
She lifted his hand and slowly slid out of bed, not caring that the sheets tangled around her as she stood. She grabbed her robe from the chair beside the bed, tying it loosely around her waist, and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her.
