Chapter 20

Audrey’s P.O.V

I try to roll lazily to the side, ready to melt into the weekend, but something’s holding me back.

Warm. Heavy.

It all rushes back in a wave—

Drew.

Last night.

Us.

Shit.

My breath catches, panic blooming in my chest. I don’t even know what I feel—just that it’s too much. Shame. Ache. A high I haven’t come down from.

I liked it.

No—I needed it.

But now I’m suspended somewhere between craving and regret, floating in that terrible space where nothing feels safe.

What if he regrets it?

What if I do?

Please don’t let this get weird.

“Nuh-uh… not letting you go.”

His voice grazes my neck, sleep-rough and warm. I can feel the grin in it as he pulls me closer.

My stomach flips. I let out a shaky breath.

“Not even if I make breakfast?” I half-tease, half-plead, desperate to shift before the weight of everything that just happened crushes me.

His arm loosens, but before I can move, his lips brush my shoulder, then the curve of my neck.