Samantha’s POV
I woke up to the soft buzz of my alarm and quickly turned it off, careful not to disturb Julian, who was still sound asleep.
His steady breathing filled the quiet room, and for a moment, I just stood there, watching him.
There was something about the way his face softened in sleep that made him look so different peaceful, almost vulnerable.
Shaking off the thought, I grabbed my robe and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly behind me.
As I made my way downstairs, the scent of something sweet and buttery hit my nose.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I found Rachel already at the counter, spreading jam onto a slice of toast.
“Good morning,” I greeted, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table.
“Morning,” she replied, glancing at me before returning her focu
