Stevie-lou's POV.I woke up to the smell of eggs and burnt toast, and for a second, I thought I was still dreaming. My head pounded from the lack of sleep and everything that had happened yesterday, and I couldn't even remember how I ended up on the couch. I shifted slightly, rubbing my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim light. My body ached. There was no peace. There was no escape.When I turned my head, there it was. A plate of breakfast sitting on the coffee table in front of me. Eggs. Toast. A cup of tea.I blinked at it for a moment, wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. But then I saw him, Smith…standing there, looking at me with this expression. It was hard to read, but I saw something that looked like regret. His eyes were wide, almost desperate, as though he wanted to say something but didn't know how. It was like he had been waiting for me to wake up.My chest tightened.Last night felt like a blur of anger and confusion. Smith had made things worse between us with h
Last Updated : 2025-05-14
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