The days that followed were a whirlwind of packing, moving, and settling into our love nest. Stella raised an eyebrow when I told her I was relocating, but I reassured her I'd stay in touch.
As we unpacked the last box, Nicolas wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "We're home, Mel. Our own little slice of heaven."
I smiled, feeling the tension melt away. For the first time in months, I felt truly happy. I finally felt free to be with Nicolas.
The apartment became our little sanctuary, hidden from the prying eyes and judgment of everyone else. With each piece of clothing I hung in the closet, each book I placed on the shelf, the space felt more and more like ours—a world carved out just for Nicolas and me.
Nicolas had a way of making the moments together feel like something sto
