(Author’s POV)
The soft rustle of pages and the quiet tapping of keys were the only sounds in Ryan’s study as the golden hues of the setting sun poured through the tall windows.
Aurora sat curled on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, eyes scanning the words of her book with an occasional soft smile tugging at her lips. Across the room, Ryan sat at his desk, fingers moving fluidly across the keyboard, as he reviewed reports.
Even in silence, the room felt warm, radiating peace, intimacy, and an unspoken bond. It was their little world, where presence was enough and words weren’t always needed.
After a while, Aurora gently closed her book and stretched her arms.
“I’m done with the first half” She said, her voice soft as she stood up, brushing her hair back from her face.
“Alread
