Ashley
I stirred beneath the covers, the events of yesterday still lingering in my mind. The headache that had plagued me was now just a dull memory, replaced by the unfamiliar yet comforting sounds of someone moving about in my kitchen.
Zach.
He was still here.
The realization that he had stayed overnight to take care of me sent a flutter through my chest. We had been separated for months now, our relationship fractured by misunderstandings and harsh words neither of us truly meant. Yet here he was, in my apartment, making himself at home.
I pushed myself up from the bed, my bare feet meeting the cool hardwood floor. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee guided me toward the kitchen, where I found him standing by the stove, his back to me as he flipped what appeared to be pancakes.
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