Chapter 20
The sun spilled through the windows of Caelan’s apartment, casting golden light across the room. Eamon had stayed the night again, a habit that was quickly becoming their new normal. They lounged in bed, the air filled with the warm scent of coffee brewing in the kitchen, mingling with the soft rustle of the morning breeze. The intimacy of the moment felt right, as if they were exactly where they were meant to be. Eamon propped himself up on one elbow, looking at Caelan, who lay sprawled on his back, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. “What do you want to do today?” Eamon asked, brushing his fingers through Caelan's tousled hair. Caelan turned his head to face Eamon, his expression thoughtful. “Honestly? I was thinking we could talk about our future—what we want out of this,” he said, h
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