KENDRA
I woke up to the quiet hum of the ceiling vents and the faint warmth of sunlight pressing through the curtains. For the past week, this had been my new normal, waking up in Pascal’s room, not mine.
The sheets smelled faintly of cedar and his cologne. His side of the bed was already empty, warmed but not occupied, which meant he had been up for a while.
I stretched slowly, my body pleasantly heavy, and rolled onto my side. Even without him here, I could still sense him, like the air itself remembered where he’d been.
I had no idea when this started feeling natural. Maybe sometime after our first real night together. Maybe the moment I realized I no longer wanted the distance that my separate room offered.
But natural didn’t mean I was giving up that room.
Absolutely not.
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