♥ Lance ♥
I woke before the alarm, wide awake and wired. The room was still dim, but I could see Casey beside me, curled on her side, hair across her cheek. She slept deeply, breathing slow and steady. She had no idea my heart was already racing.
Valentine’s Day. Today.
There was no point trying to sleep again. I eased out of bed, careful not to shake the mattress, pulled on a T-shirt, and slipped down the hallway. In the kitchen, I switched on the small light above the stove. The red plates I had bought were hidden behind our normal stack. The pink serviettes were folded in the top drawer. The small bouquet of roses waited in a jug behind the cereal boxes. Megan’s white box sat in the fridge, tied with a ribbon. Strawberry muffins, made yesterday, for my breakfast surprise. Everything
