Warmth woke me.
Not gradually. Not the gentle pull of morning light filtering through paper screens.
Just warmth, sudden and encompassing, wrapping around me like I'd fallen asleep in someone's—
Oh no.
Something heavy rested across my waist. Solid. Unmistakable.
An arm.
Warm breath ghosted against the back of my neck in steady, sleeping rhythm.
My face pressed against something that was very obviously not a pillow. Something firm and warm that rose and fell beneath my cheek.
Alpha scent saturated the air. Clean soap and toasted chestnut, far too strong for someone sleeping one foot away on a separate mattress.
Because Yuhyun wasn't one foot away.
I opened my eyes.
We'd crossed the gap.
There were two mattresses.
Two.
Production had provided us with separate sleeping surfaces for exactly this reason.
To prevent this exact scenario from being captured on camera and broadcast to millions of viewers who would definitely have opinions about it.
