Chapter 17 Morning Regret

Leighton woke to the smell of coffee.

She was still in Noah's bed. Gray morning light filtered through the curtains. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm.

For a moment, everything felt right. Perfect.

Then he stirred beside her.

His arm tensed. Withdrew. The mattress shifted as he sat up.

She turned to look at him. He had his bac