The next day The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. My eyes fluttered open to the warmth against my skin, and it took me a moment to register where I was. Then I felt him—Armondo. His bare skin pressed against mine, his arm draped over my waist in a lazy embrace. My chest tightened, not with panic, but with something deeper, something I wasn’t sure I had