I wake up warm.
Too warm.
And something is moving beneath me, rising and falling in a steady rhythm that isn't my own breathing.
It takes a second to register.
I'm lying on Bael's chest.
My face is pressed against his shirt, one arm draped across his torso like I belong there, and his heartbeat is steady under my ear.
When did this happen?
I must have rolled over in my sleep, gravitated toward him without thinking, and now I'm sprawled across him like…
He stirs, and I jolt upright so fast my head spins, scrambling back to my side of the bed, face heating.
Bael's eyes open slowly, unfocused for a moment before they land on me.
"...Morning," I say, trying to sound normal.
"Mm."
He sits up, running a hand through his hair, completely unbothered by the fact that I was just using him as a pillow.
Meanwhile my face is still burning.
***
Breakfast is quick.
