Stuck on Repeat

Hadley’s POV

I woke to the sound of his heartbeat.

Soft. Steady. Warm.

Maddox was still asleep, one arm lazily draped around my waist, his chest rising and falling underneath my cheek like the world wasn’t weighing him down for once.

After everything last night, the screaming, the breakdown, I asked if I could sleep in his room. He didn’t even hesitate. Just nodded, shifted over, and let me in.