Selene's POV
Morning came like a quicky against my skin.
Soft light filtered through the curtains, the air kissed with warmth, and the world, for a fleeting moment, felt… still.
I blinked awake, the weight of the blanket heavy and comforting across my waist. The space beside me was empty. Cold. Rachel was gone.
We’d fallen asleep talking last night, well, she had fallen asleep halfway through her monologue about how orange juice should never be stored in cartons. It felt like a dream now. A soft one. A rare one.
I sat up slowly, letting the silence stretch a little before but...
There it was. That smell.
A sweet, buttery aroma seeping in from the hallway and sliding under the door like....Pancakes. With a hint of cinnamon. And maybe vanilla. The scent wrapped around my senses like a
