Chapter 30: Pieces of UsOne lazy Sunday morning, I woke up to find Travis already awake, tracing gentle patterns on my skin.“Morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, voice thick with affection.I smiled, stretching toward him. “Morning.”He kissed my forehead, fingers threading through my hair. “I don’t want this day to end.”“Me neither,” I whispered, curling into his warmth.We spent the day wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between. Love was no longer just a feeling—it was a promise we made every day with a look, a touch, a whispered “I’m here.”Days slipped by like a gentle breeze, each one wrapping us closer in a cocoon of shared laughter, stolen glances, and quiet understanding. It was in the little things that I found myself falling more for Travis—how he’d leave a cup of coffee by my bedside when I was too tired to make it myself, or the way his hand would find mine in the middle of a crowded room like it belonged there.One afternoon, Tr
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