Declan's POV:
Her phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table, breaking the moment. She glanced down at it.
"Talia?" I guessed right away.
She looked up at me suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "How did you know it was her? You spying on my phone now?"
"You smile differently when it's her," I explained simply, watching her face. "It's softer. Less... guarded."
Her expression faltered for a second, caught off guard. "I do not."
"You do," I insisted quietly, holding her gaze. "It's nice to see."
She picked up the phone but didn't answer it, setting it back down with a sigh. "You're imagining things. Mind your own business."
"Maybe I am," I said with a small shrug. "Or maybe I'm starting to pay attention."
Silence settled between us after that. It wasn't awkward or heavy—just quiet, like
