Winter’s POV
I wake up with a sense of unease in the pit of my stomach. The house is quiet, too quiet. Kai’s still asleep, and Damon hasn’t called yet, which is unusual for him. He’s been so present these last few days, and though the idea of him being in my life—being in Kai’s life—has slowly started to feel like something I can wrap my head around, I can’t ignore the weight that still presses against my chest every time I think about the future.
I lie still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. The silence is suffocating, and I don’t know if it’s the calm before the storm or if something’s changed between us—Damon and me. The last time we spoke, we agreed to take things slow, to figure out what this—us—means. But now, as the hours tick by, I’m left with th
