Noah Evererrt
Bran fell asleep in my arms last night, and at some point we moved to his bedroom. We spent the night together. In bed. Cuddling. We didn't say much, but I swear I could feel something different surge through our bond.
I didn't know what to do, honestly. I didn't know if I should've come over here, but something inside me told me to. So I did. And now I can feel it. Something shifted in our relationship. I can't tell what it is, I have no idea.
I've been awake for a bit, my mind flooding with so many questions. But Branson is sleeping, and I don't want to wake him. Everything with Xan has to be a lot. I still need to check on Layla, but I don't know if it'll make it worse with everything going on. And Branson comes first. My mate comes first.
So I haven't made the move
