The morning after was heavy with silence. The world outside Adrian's apartment seemed distant, muffled, as if I were in a dream. My body still hummed with the memory of the night before, the lingering warmth of Adrian's touch, the taste of his kiss still on my lips. But beneath that, there was something else—an undercurrent of uncertainty that I couldn’t shake. The bond between us had shifted, deepened in ways I didn’t fully understand, and I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.
I woke to the sound of movement in the kitchen, and I quickly realized Adrian wasn’t next to me. The bed felt too cold without him, the space too wide. My fingers still ached from where they had tangled in his hair, my skin still marked with his touch. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of longing and con
