Ava’s POV
The morning light entered through the blinds, casting soft beams of sunlight across the room. I could hear the faint hum of traffic from outside, but it felt distant, like it didn't matter. It was just me and Logan, lounging in my small apartment, an easy peace between us.
Logan was sprawled on the couch, a bowl of cereal in hand, and I sat on the armrest, my legs tucked beneath me as I scrolled through my phone. The air was quiet except for the occasional clink of his spoon hitting the bowl, but I felt completely content.
"You know, you’re not bad at this whole 'relaxing at home' thing," Logan remarked, glancing up at me with that lazy grin of his. He had his usual cocky charm, but this morning, it wasn’t as sharp. It was softened, like he was letting down his guard, just for
