Ava had no idea how long she stayed curled up against Ryan.
For once, there was no rush. No competition looming over them. No sabotages. No forced matchmaking events.
Just them.
Wrapped in warm sheets, tangled limbs, and the slow, steady rhythm of Ryan's breathing against her hair.
She exhaled softly, shifting slightly, and felt his arm tighten around her waist.
Ryan hummed, his voice still laced with sleep. "Where do you think you're going?"
Ava smirked. "I didn't say I was going anywhere."
Ryan cracked one eye open, his usual teasing smirk appearing as he pulled her even closer. "Good. Because I was going to say—you're legally obligated to stay in bed after last night."
Ava scoffed. "Legally obligated? You're a divorce lawyer, not a contract writer."
Ryan chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss against her bare shoulder. "Doesn't matter. It's binding."
Ava rolled her eyes but didn't move away.