I woke to the soft weight of Julian’s hand draped loosely over my waist. The room was still dim, with only the early morning light sneaking in through the linen curtains, but I didn’t move. My breath stayed even, quiet, as I let myself feel the hush that existed between us before the world stirred. His palm was warm. Familiar. Grounding in a way I hadn’t known I would ever come to need.

We hadn’t spoken about it the first night I stayed. There had been no discussion. No drawn lines. No ...