Nadia's POV
Nothing dramatic happened after that night.
That was the point, I think. We didn't kiss again immediately. We didn't have a conversation that tied everything up. I fell asleep on the couch somewhere around eleven and woke up with a blanket over me that hadn't been there before and Julian gone to bed.
Small. Quiet. Exactly right.
The next week moved differently. Not because anything had been declared but because the distance I'd been maintaining had a different quality now. Before it was protective. Now it was just space, the normal kind people give each other when they're sharing a life.
He started leaving his coffee cup on my side of the counter. Not intentionally, just the unconscious migration of someone becoming comfortable. I didn't move it.
I started leaving the bat
