Willow's POV
The sun peeked through the curtains, its gentle rays coaxing me awake. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of last night's chaotic dreams. The weight of recent events pressed on me, a constant reminder of the confusing emotions swirling within me. With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself out of bed, padding down the hallway toward the kitchen.
As I rounded the corner, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. Dillon stood by the counter, his back to me, pouring steaming liquid into two mugs. The sight of him brought an unexpected warmth to my chest—a feeling of comfort amidst the turmoil.
"Good morning," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. Dillon turned, a warm smile spreading across his face as he handed me a mug.
"Morning, Willow. How'd
