Sarah’s POV
The next morning felt different.
Not loud different. Not dramatic. Just… softer. Like the air had shifted while I was asleep. I had dozed off on the couch sometime after Luke left, still wrapped in the warmth he’d left behind. My neck ached a little. My heart felt light and heavy at the same time.
I stretched and sat up, pulling the blanket closer.
Memories from last night flashed through my mind without warning—his voice, low and familiar; the way he looked at me like he already knew every thought I hadn’t said. The easy closeness. The dangerous quiet.
A smile crept onto my face before I could argue with it.
I grabbed my phone.
Me: Last night was fun.
I stared at the screen, then added another line before I lost my nerve.
Me: Should we do it again tonight?
My heart s
