Pauly’s POV.

“Good morning.” Eleanor’s quiet voice greeted me when I entered their apartment early the next morning.

Regardless of how much I mentally prepared my heart to see her, I don’t think I would ever fully be prepared for what the sight of Eleanor Hart did to me. The way her hair seemed to glow slightly more in the morning. Her skin fresh and dewy.

The scent of her brighter. More vibrant than it was compared to the middle of the day or late at night. ...