Danielle flicked off the bathroom light, plunging the room back into darkness. Quiet. Empty, except for the slow, steady breathing that filled the space.
She padded softly across the floor, the cold seeping through her bare feet. Sliding under the covers, she curled up next to Seth.
A low, sleepy sound rumbled from him as he shifted closer, his arm draping gently over her waist. Warmth radiated from his body, and Danielle let herself melt into it.
For the first time since waking, her heart slowed. The tension in her chest eased a fraction.
Seth murmured something unintelligible in his sleep, nuzzling into her hair.
Danielle closed her eyes, just for a moment, and let the quiet wash over her—Seth’s presence a small, steady anchor in the swirling storm of her thoughts.
Danielle drifted
