Rose POV
I didn't sleep in my room that night.
We sat in that small room until nearly midnight talking about little things.
At some point I fell asleep in the armchair.
I woke up with a blanket over me, and James was gone.
The other armchair still held the shape of him slightly, the cushion compressed where he'd been sitting. I stared at it for a moment and felt the strange tenderness of that; that he'd stayed long enough to leave a mark and left quietly enough not to wake me.
I folded the blanket and went downstairs.
He was already in the kitchen.
In a grey shirt with the sleeves pushed up, standing at the counter with two mugs.
I stopped in the doorway.
He looked up.
"Milk, no sugar," he said, sliding one mug toward me.
"I know how I take my coffee," I said.
"I know you kno
