The smell of pancakes and crispy bacon drifted through the house, curling through the hallway and up the stairs like a comforting hug. In the kitchen, Jamie swayed to the beat of Nicki Minaj blasting from her speaker, her fuzzy socks sliding across the tiled floor as she flipped a pancake with one hand and sipped her coffee with the other.
Last night kept replaying in her mind like a favorite song on repeat.
The thrill.
The heat.
The slow burn that turned into wildfire.
But it was the quiet aftermath that sealed something deeper between them.
Ethan had stayed. Not just in body, but in presence. Wrapped in the blankets of her bed, they'd talked until the early morning hours, whispering stories, confessions, and laughter into the dark.
She kept wondering, even now, if she was the one
