-Celeste-
Morning came like a breeze, and when I woke up, Lucien was gone.
I was alone in his bed for the first time and this room too. The room was neat, too neat, like he barely even existed, like he didn't live here.
The sheets still smelled like him though, clinging to my nose like a memory I couldn’t shake.
I stared there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if what we did was something that shouldn’t have happened.
Just then, he walked in quietly, immaculately dressed in a black suit and a tray in his hands. Steam rose from the cup of tea beside a small plate of toast.
“You’re awake,” he said, voice nearly warm.
Breakfast in bed, an almost smile? This was certainly out of character.
I pushed myself up, unsure what to say. The events of the last 24 hours hu
