Stefan's eyelids fluttered open, greeted by the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains.
As he stirred from his slumber, he became acutely aware of the warmth enveloping him, the gentle rise and fall of Ruby's chest pressed against his own.
His heart quickened at the intimate proximity, a rush of warmth flooding his veins as he drank in the sight of her sleeping form.
For a moment, he allowed himself to indulge in the sensation, the soft curve of her cheek pressed against his chest, the rhythmic pattern of her breaths lulling him into a state of contentment. But as consciousness crept back into his mind, a surge of panic seized him, his thoughts spinning with confusion and apprehension.
What was he doing lying in bed, tangled in the embrace of his best friend, Ruby, and enjoying it?
