Sophia
The drive to Noah's apartment passed in comfortable, anticipatory silence, his hand resting warm over mine on the center console the entire way, neither of us in any particular hurry to fill the quiet with unnecessary words.
His apartment looked different than I remembered from the handful of times I'd seen it months earlier, back before everything had fallen apart between us. Warmer, somehow, a few personal touches scattered around that hadn't been there before, small reminders of the more authentic life he'd been building for himself these past several weeks.
"You've made some changes," I said, glancing around as he closed the door behind us.
"Been trying to make this place feel more like an actual home," he said, "instead of just somewhere I slept between work obligations. Fe
