Bethany POV
Thomas's home is peaceful; when I woke, I had forgotten where I was until I heard the voices floating from downstairs. I showered, washed off the smell of disinfectant, washed my hair, and once dressed in clean clothes, I was thankful for bringing an overnight bag for sports day, which felt so long ago.
I headed down, following the sounds of voices.
Guided by the hushed voices, I was drawn to Theo, my anchor in this storm of emotions. The depth of my feelings for him was a mystery, a blend of gratitude for his unwavering support during my darkest times and a burgeoning desire for something more. All I knew was that I yearned to be in his arms, to feel his warmth and safety.
He pulled me in close, and I snuggled into my safe place. He was warm and smelt like a baby. He mus
