Lily’s POV —
The sunlight streamed through the blinds again, painting stripes across the floor and Andrew’s bed. I lay there for a moment, listening to the faint hum of the city beyond his window. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel the pull of schedules, obligations, or stress. There was only this—this quiet, this warmth, and him.
Andrew was already awake, sprawled lazily on the couch with a book in his hands. When he noticed my eyes on him, a small smile tugged at his lips.
“You’re staring,” he said, voice teasing but soft.
“I’m not,” I mumbled, trying to sound casual while my heart betrayed me with a sharp, nervous flutter.
“Liar,” he said, setting the book aside. He pushed himself to his feet and stretched like a cat, the morning sun catching the sharp planes of his
