Taryn
It was late. The moon hung low and full outside the window, casting silver light across the kitchen where I sat cross-legged at the table, a half-empty mug of tea in front of me. Caz was leaning back in his chair across from me, shirtless, damp hair curling slightly from a recent shower. His long fingers tapped absently on the rim of his own mug.
Neither of us had spoken in a few minutes. We were both staring at the notepad between us—scribbled with names, responsibilities, logistics.
“You sure you want to do this?” I asked quietly. “Merge Eclipse Moon into Half Moon?”
Caz’s gaze lifted to mine. “What I want is you. Everything else is details.”
“That’s not fair,” I murmured, though my lips curved.
“It’s true.” He leaned forward, his forearms braced on the table. “But also… it m
