The soft hum of evening settled over the house, the scent of fresh popcorn drifting from the kitchen. The twins sat on the living room floor, engrossed in their movie, their laughter ringing out occasionally. Isabelle leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through her phone, trying—failing—to ignore the weight of Sebastian’s presence as he moved beside her.
Since their day out with the kids, things had been… different. Not drastically, but just enough for her to notice.
Sebastian wasn’t avoiding her like before. He lingered. Paid attention.
Small things—like the way his hand hovered at the small of her back when they passed each other, or how his gaze stayed on her a second too long when she laughed at something the twins said.
It was dangerous.
Because it was making her forget
