|Carmella|
“Good... morning.” I whispered back.
Theodore blinked, the haze of sleep slowly lifting from his eyes as reality seemed to settle over him. Yet his arm remained draped around me, unmoving, as if he wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge the intimacy of our position. His gaze, steady and unreadable, lingered on me, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot how to breathe.
I should get up. But something about the warmth of his body next to mine held me there, rooted in place. We just stared at each other, and in that silence, I felt something stir inside me—a quiet flutter that quickened the beat of my heart. But…the longer we stayed like this, the more the awkwardness crept in, filling the space between us like a thick fog.
“So… this is… unexpected,” I said, my voice faltering, awkward
