54. Change The Sheets (Clay POV)

Lying there, enveloped in a post-coital haze, the room pulsed with an ineffable warmth. Lexi was snuggled into my side, her head resting on my chest, while Luke's head found a home against the curve of my back. A cocoon of intertwined limbs and whispered affections, we were an image of unconventional love, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude saturate my bones. Love like this—complex, unscripted, real—was rare. I knew that, and I cherished it.

Work, duties, the endless list of things yet to be done, all of it momentarily dimmed in the light of what I felt. My arms tightened instinctively around Lexi, and I felt Luke press closer against me in kind. The demands of the outside world seemed distant, and inconsequential compared to the beautiful complexity of the emotional landscape that spread before me.

It dawned on me, then, just how many boundaries we had crossed, how many lines had been erased or redrawn in these few hours. There were emotional and physical territories ventured into