CLAIRE

I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.

For a moment, I just lay there, remembering last night, Julian coming back from Singapore, Ethan's call, the almost-kiss in the hallway.

Today we were going to talk. My stomach flipped nervously as I got out of bed and got dressed, pulling on comfortable clothes and running my fingers through my hair.

When I walked into the kitchen, Julian was already there, two mugs of coffee sitting on the counter.

He looked up when I entered, his gray eyes searching my face.

"Morning," he greeted.

"Morning," I replied, sitting down at...