MELISSA'S POV
I opened my eyes to soft light and quiet. Then the realization hit. I was still here. Still in his house.
Still in his hoodie.
I sat up fast, my eyes scanned the entire place,my heart racing. My clothes were folded neatly at the edge of the bed. I didn’t remember doing that. I didn’t care.
I got up, grabbed them, and changed quickly, yanking the hoodie off like it had caught fire. My own jeans felt stiff against my skin, but at least they were mine. I didn’t bother folding his clothes back, didn't care about neatness or tidiness for now.
I just placed them on the bed, grabbed my bag, and moved toward the door. I could hear faint sounds from the kitchen — the soft clink of a mug. Movement. Music playing low.
I didn’t plan to say goodbye. I didn’t owe him anything. I jus
