We sat tangled together like ivy in sunlight—me on Caden’s lap, a blanket wrapped around us, skin pressed to skin under the table like it wasn’t even a choice anymore. I fed him a bite of toast, and he fed me fruit in return, each brush of his fingers against my lips sending jolts through my body that made me tremble. Every shared breath was electricity. Every glance felt like we were falling in love all over again—harder, deeper, impossibly more.
His hand rested on my hip, steady and warm, like if he let go, I might float away. My body molded to his, our bond humming just beneath the surface of our skin like fire under silk.
Mum sat nearby for a while, sipping her coffee, letting us exist in our little world—watching, but not interrupting. But now, she walked over to the table again, tu
