The morning sun filtered through Sabrina’s curtains like golden silk. She stood at the kitchen counter, two mugs of coffee in front of her—one black, one with a swirl of cream just the way she liked it. She was smiling.
It wasn’t wide or exaggerated. It was soft, secretive, and warm—like something blooming gently inside her chest. Last night had changed everything.
Not just the kiss, but the truth behind it. The quiet honesty in Brace’s voice when he told her he didn’t want it all to end. That he was scared, too, but willing to stay.
She took a sip of her coffee and wandered to the window. Her phone buzzed beside her.
Brace: Still thinking about last night.
She smiled down at the screen and texted back.
Sabrina: Me too. And maybe… still smiling like an i***t.
Brace: We should make t
