Jonah’s P.O.V

I walked into the cafeteria that buzzed with the usual breakfast chatter — trays clattering, conversations blending into a familiar hum.

My presence, as always, was commanding. But today, there was something different — a faint smile playing on my lips. I was happy. My heart swelled with joy.

Last night had been the happiest night of my otherwise boring life. Danika was like a bundle of antidotes — reviving me, rebreathing life into my empty soul.

I couldn’t sleep. No, I didn’t sleep a wink, because I’d spent the entire night awake, watching her sleep peacefully in my arms. So that’s what bliss felt like, huh?

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