Dalton’s POV
The sunlight was just starting to spill through the curtains, soft golden streaks landing on Emily’s hair as she lay beside me. I’d woken up before her, just so I could watch her for a moment — something I never told her. She had that peaceful look that made the chaos of my world fade into nothing.
I leaned in and kissed her slowly, letting my lips linger against hers. She responded, but… something about it felt different. Her mind was somewhere else, her touch lacked that warmth I was used to.
I pulled back slightly, my thumb brushing her cheek. “What’s on your mind?” I murmured.
She shook her head faintly, offering me a small smile. “Nothing… just tired.”
I frowned. “Tired?”
Her eyes darted away from mine. “I don’t really feel like… you know…” she trailed off, not sayi
