The next day dawned softly over the city, the kind of quiet morning that felt almost stolen. Raine and Daniel spent most of it wrapped up in each other on the old couch in the sitting room, the same one that had witnessed so many of their secret nights years ago. Sunlight filtered through the thin, dusty curtains, casting warm patterns across their skin as they kissed lazily, hands moving without any real hurry. Daniel’s fingers traced slow, soothing lines up and down Raine’s back under his shirt, while Raine curled into his chest, occasionally pressing soft kisses along his jaw and neck like he was afraid to stop touching...