CLAIRE
I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.
For a moment, I just lay there, remembering last night, Julian coming back from Singapore, Ethan's call, the almost-kiss in the hallway.
Today we were going to talk. My stomach flipped nervously as I got out of bed and got dressed, pulling on comfortable clothes and running my fingers through my hair.
When I walked into the kitchen, Julian was already there, two mugs of coffee sitting on the counter.
He looked up when I entered, his gray eyes searching my face.
"Morning," he greeted.
"Morning," I replied, sitting down at the counter.
Julian slid one of the mugs toward me and I wrapped my hands around it, grateful for something to hold onto.
We sat in silence for a moment, bo
