After that night on the balcony, it was like the entire universe finally let go of a breath it had been holding. Something tight and trembling inside me for years finally unclenched and settled into place. The tension I had carried everywhere—in my shoulders, my jaw, and the constant knot in my stomach—simply vanished, replaced by an unfamiliar, quiet ease. We didn’t wake up in a dramatic way. There were no startled movements, no panic, and no frantic, awkward rush to define the night before or discuss "what this meant." There was just a profound, comfortable warmth that filled the small space we occupied. I woke slowly, pulled gently from sleep by the soft, gray glow of morning light sneaking through the living room blinds. The room was still, the air cool, the blanket half-slipped off the couch. And Noah—Noah was still wrapped securely around me, the definition of an anchor. His arm was draped heavily and securely across my waist. His breath was warm, slow, and even against the b
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