The morning sunlight filtered through the thin crack in the curtains, illuminating the room softly. Ava fluttered her eyes open, still drowsy from sleep, and she immediately became aware of Dylan's arms wrapped tightly around her.
The events of the night before came rushing back, her heart skipping a beat. She stiffened, turning her head to look at him, who was still asleep.
Ava blinked, unsure of what to feel. She had always dreamed of waking up in his arms, but in her past life, it had never happened. Now, as she had resolved to finally break free from him and distance herself, he refused to let her go, acting weirdly. It was as though Dylan had changed as if he cared more than he ever had.
But was it real?
She squinted at him skeptically. Did he finally change for good?
