I woke up in his arms.
For a moment, I forgot everything—the contract, the cold distance, the ghost of Melissa.
His fingers were tangled in my hair, his breath warm against my neck.
But when he woke, the walls returned.
Adrian sat up immediately, rubbing the back of his neck.
"We shouldn't have—"
I cut in. "Don't say it was a mistake."
He stared at me, torn.
"I didn't regret it," I said. "Did you?"
He didn't answer.
That was his answer.