For a moment, I wasn’t sure if she was real.
I’d had so little sleep—too many goddamn dreams where she came back, only to disappear the second I reached for her.
So I said her name. Quietly. Needing to be sure.
And then she smiled—small, nervous, impossibly real.
“Hi,” she said.
That voice. Soft. Familiar. Unmistakable.
God. She was real. She was here.
The table behind her was set—candlelight, wine, dishes still steaming. Thoughtful. Intimate.
And suddenly I couldn’t breathe properly.
Did she do all this for me?
The silence between us wasn’t empty—it vibrated with everything unsaid. Every word we’d both held back since last night.
I let my eyes roam over her slowly.
The way the delicate ribbon straps hugged her shoulders… the soft curve of her collarbone exposed beneath the gen
