Saint:
I woke up with an idea burning in my mind—an idea that felt as fresh as the sunrise creeping through the blinds. I stirred in bed, still half-asleep, and opening my eyes to see Shay sprawled across me, her hair fanned out like a halo in the early light. Her warmth was comforting, but my brain was already churning with plans.
I smiled to myself, gently disentangling my arm from beneath hers, careful not to disturb her. As the haze of sleep lifted, I slid out of bed and padded quietly into the kitchen. I had to make sure Shay ate breakfast, I wanted to start the day right and not have a hangry woman of my hands. I fixed a couple of slices of toast, toasting them until they had that perfect golden crunch. I sliced up some fresh fruit—apples, a few wedges of orange—and arranged every
