Kat:
I cleaned up our breakfast mess, humming softly to myself as I wiped down the counter. My stomach was full, the scent of brioche and butter still lingering in the air, and the apartment was silent again except for the soft tap of the water as I rinsed the dishes. It felt…domestic. Comfortable in a way that used to terrify me. But not here. Not with Blaze.
It had only been a couple of weeks, but it was alarming how easily I’d fallen into step beside him. How natural it felt to share his space, his bed—even if we hadn't fully crossed that line yet. He let me tease him, mouth off without shutting me down, and when the weight of the world was too much for him to carry alone, he didn’t shut me out. He let me in. Let me hold him. Let me be the calm in the storm.
And maybe, in some way, h
