The next morning, sunlight crept into her condo through the thin curtains, painting everything in muted gold. I could see her stirring from the couch, wrapped in the oversized shirt I had given her last night. She looked… fragile, though she tried to sit up straight, to act as if nothing had changed. But I could see it the tension in her shoulders, the careful way she moved, the slight hesitation before she met my gaze.I stayed where I was, leaning against the doorframe, just watching her.“You’re awake,” I said, my voice quieter than usual.“I was… resting,” she murmured, not looking at me yet.I moved closer, sitting in the chair near the table, not too close, but close enough to see the faint flush on her cheeks. “You don’t have to pretend,” I said. “You don’t have to act normal right now.”She finally looked up at me. Her brown eyes, usually so guarded, flickered with something else this morning. Vulnerability. Hesitation. Desire. Confusion. All at once.“I know,” she said softl
Read more