Third person POV
Rae hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the sound of laughter until Cassian showed up at her new apartment with two cups of coffee and a grin that made it impossible not to smile back.
“You know,” she said, leaning on the doorframe as he carried another box inside, “you don’t have to move every piece of furniture yourself. I do have arms.”
Cassian shot her a look over his shoulder. “I noticed. They’re holding coffee, though, not boxes.”
“Exactly. I’m supervising.”
He huffed a laugh, setting the box down beside the couch. “You’re doing an excellent job of it.”
The apartment was small but bright — sunlight spilling through wide windows, the faint scent of new paint still clinging to the walls. Rae had been living out of borrowed rooms for months, between work and vis
