I woke up slowly, the kind of slow where the body feels heavy, a little uncomfortable and achy. The room was still dim, curtains filtering the morning light into soft gray streaks. Adrien's arm was draped over me, heavy and possessive, his palm resting against my waist like it belonged there.
For a minute, I let myself just… breathe. His steady heartbeat was a quiet percussion against my back, his breath grazing the crown of my head.
The ache in my lower belly had sharpened into something that made me curl under the blanket, heat flooding my skin. I shifted and tried to get into a comfortable position.
Then, I notice a slightly damp feeling──a subtle stickiness.
I started feeling uneasy.
Without fully waking up, I absentmindedly reach down, and bam - the realization hits. A sudden, sharp jolt of panic.
Blood.
My heart seized. A small, stark stain on the sheet beneath me. My sheet. His bed. My stomach dropped like an elevator cut loose.
Oh no. No no no.
