The Second Arrangement
Mia stirred when she heard movement outside the spare room. She lay still for a moment, eyes half-open, before pushing herself up. The apartment was quiet except for the low sound of the coffee machine in the kitchen. She pulled on a robe and walked out barefoot.
Callum was already dressed. Dark trousers, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the cuffs. He stood at the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs. A few of his things were already mixed in with hers — a spare shirt draped over the back of a chair, his watch on the small table by the door. He had been moving things over slowly, without asking, the way he did everything.