Harsh Awakening

Vivienne’s POV

I woke up to the stillness of the early morning, my body tangled in sheets that felt too heavy, too suffocating. As the fog of sleep lifted, the reality of the night before slammed into me like a freight train. My bare skin brushed against his, and my heart sank into a bottomless pit. Don.

I turned my head slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, and there he was. Sleeping peacefully