I woke up with sunlight stabbing straight into my face. Too bright. Too loud. Saturday morning shouldn’t feel this aggressive. I dragged the pillow over my head and groaned, kicking myself for not closing the curtains.
My brain did its usual thing, bracing for the empty side of the bed.
Except… it wasn’t.
I rolled over and there he was. Adrian. Still here.
On his side, one arm shoved under the pillow, hair sticking up in a way that almost made me laugh. He didn’t look like himself at all. Not the version of him in perfect suits, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Just… a guy. A softer, younger-looking guy who seemed like he’d never once glared his way through a boardroom.
For a second, I imagined him as someone else. The kind of boy you meet in college, scribbling notes in the margins of
