SELENE
The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of the sheets as I shifted closer to Tristan, resting my head against his chest.
His arm was wrapped securely around me, his fingers lazily tracing patterns against my bare skin.
I sighed contentedly, letting my fingers glide over his stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
"You know," I murmured, "I think this might be the first time in a while that things have felt... normal.”
Tristan let out a low chuckle, his fingers brushing over my shoulder. "Normal is overrated. But I understand what you mean.”
We lapsed into silence again, enjoying the rare moment of stillness.
The last few weeks had been nothing short of chaos, and yet, lying here with him, I felt a strange sense of relief. Like maybe, just maybe, th
