(Olivia's POV)
The morning sunlight streaked pale and muted skies, trickling softly through the curtains of our shared quarters. The events of last night still lingered in the air between me and Dominic—the rare moments of tenderness, of connection we hadn't had in so long. But as warm and grounding as it had been, I knew we weren't fixed. Not yet.
When I rolled over, the space beside me on the bed was empty. Dominic's scent still lingered faintly in the fabric of the sheets, and I sat up, frowning slightly. Had he left already?
I tugged on a shirt and padded barefoot out of the room, my senses on high alert. That's when the faint clatter of cutlery drew me closer. To my surprise, Dominic stood at the small table in the corner of the main room, battling a plate of eggs and what could lo
