LOGIN"I'm sorry about last night," I said over coffee, before he'd even fully sat down. "I wanted to hear the rest.""You don't need to apologize again. You were exhausted." He kissed the top of my head on his way past, unbothered, no residue of last night's quiet disappointment visible this morning at all."Will you tell me about the colleague? Tonight, maybe.""When we're both actually awake enough to do it properly." He said it easily, no withdrawal in it, just the plain practical truth that last night's openness wasn't something either of us could simply summon again on command. "It's not going anywhere.""Promise?""I promise," he said, and kissed me properly before leaving, the morning's affection as real and easy as it always was.Neither of us had anything pulling us away that evening, no late meeting, no phone call threatening to interrupt, and he actually cooked, something simple he'd apparently researched specifically to avoid repeating his earlier smoke-alarm reputation, narrat
I heard the door before I'd finished rehearsing my own joke about it, already half formed since the previous night's embarrassment, and Damien appeared in the doorway without his jacket at all, holding it up like evidence."I removed it before I got here," he said. "Entirely preemptive. You cannot mistake a jacketless man for someone leaving.""You've clearly been thinking about this all day.""I have considered very little else." He draped the jacket over the back of a chair and crossed the room, pulling me up from the counter stool and into him properly, no urgency behind it at all, just the easy pleasure of having nowhere else either of us needed to be."I'm never going to live it down.""You're not. I intend to reference it on our anniversary, possibly in a toast." He kissed me, unhurried, and I let the embarrassment dissolve into something warmer, his hands settling at my waist like he had every intention of staying exactly there.We ended up on the sofa eventually, tangled toget
Damien's meeting had run until nearly eleven, and he still reached for me when I passed him at the bathroom mirror the next morning, one hand catching my wrist, pulling me close enough to kiss my shoulder while I searched for an earring. "You look tired," I said."I am. I also refuse to let that stop me from doing this." He turned me properly toward him and fixed the collar I'd left askew, his fingers working the fabric straight with the easy, unhurried attention he always brought to small adjustments, and I found a button of his that had slipped and fixed it in return.We'd gotten efficient at this, I noticed faintly, somewhere underneath the kiss that followed, neither of us needing to ask where keys or bags or phones had gone, both of us simply knowing, hands finding the familiar things without looking. He walked me to the door, pressed one more kiss against my mouth that neither of us quite wanted to end, and I was halfway down the steps before I registered how smoothly the whole
Monday afternoon, I handed the final piece of pilot prep over to Claire, who took it without any particular surprise, already capable of carrying it without me hovering. "I'm leaving," I told her, somewhere around four, and she waved me off, entirely unbothered.I'm coming home now, I texted Damien, knowing he had a video meeting that evening but counting the hours beforehand, certain there was something worthwhile sitting in that stretch.Now? came the reply, something pleased and slightly surprised in even the single word. I'll be here.He was still at the dining table when I got in, laptop open, tie still knotted properly despite the empty house around him, and I crossed the room and pulled his chair back from the table before he could say anything about whatever document he'd been reading. "I need you for a while.""I have a meeting at seven.""I'm aware. I'm claiming the time before it." I loosened his tie, working the knot free with the ease of long habit, and he caught my hands
We stayed on the sofa a while after he said it, neither of us pushing for the day he'd deliberately left unnamed. Damien drew me closer, his chin resting against my hair, and asked, quiet and genuine, "What was it like, watching them pass?""There was a moment," I started, thinking back to it properly, "in the middle of one of the test scenarios, something they'd deliberately built in to be difficult, a detail easy to overlook if you weren't paying close attention. The coordinator caught it right before it would have slipped past everyone, and the whole room just went still for a second because that was the exact thing we needed to know they could do."He kissed me before I finished, slow and proud, and I let the sentence dissolve into it easily enough, certain there'd be time to finish the thought later.Monday brought a voice note from Damien midafternoon, his tone suppressing laughter. "A man in my board meeting just described a coffee machine malfunction as a systemic failure requ
I took a moment before answering Grace, turning the decision over properly instead of simply accepting it as inevitable. "I'll take Friday," I said, and meant it as a choice, not a surrender. "The pilot shouldn't wait longer just because the timing is inconvenient for me personally."I called Damien during what I hoped was a break between sessions, and he answered quickly enough that I suspected he'd been checking his phone between whatever corporate phrases were currently being repeated at him. "Do you have a minute?""I have several. What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong. It's about Friday." I heard him go quiet on the other end, already reading the shape of the conversation before I'd finished it. "The coordinator accepted the role, but the only time she, Grace's full team, the observers and I can all complete the readiness exercise together is Friday evening."He was quiet for a beat longer than usual. "You need to be there.""I do.""Then be there," he said, simple and immediate, no pr







