Chapter 25

Drew’s P.O.V

She’s still asleep when the light starts to shift through the curtains.

I lie still, trying not to breathe too loudly, just watching her. Her back rises and falls against my chest with every slow breath, her cheek smushed slightly against the pillow, lips parted just enough to make my heart twist. Her hair’s a mess — a wild halo against the sheets — and at the roots, I can see her natural color growing in. Soft brown beneath the black. It’s the kind of detail no one else would notice unless they were looking this close.

She’s curled into me, one leg tangled with mine. Her skin is still warm from everything we did last night — from everything I still want to do. And I want her again. It’s ridiculous, really, how badly I want her, how I could spend the rest of the day rediscovering every inch of her skin just to watch her fall apart again.