Leah’s POV

The first time I slept in on a Saturday in months, it wasn’t because I was tired.

It was because I was at peace, at peace with myself.

My apartment felt warmer somehow. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. It was like the kiss from last night had seeped into the walls, humming softly in every corner of my space.

My plants look greener, the tea tasted sweeter, and the morning light didn’t feel like something I had to brace myself against.

I wrapped myself in a soft robe, ...