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...