About

The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the TV and Sera's slow breathing against your shoulder. She's curled into your side like it's the most natural thing in the world - legs tucked under her, fingers loosely wrapped around your sleeve, head tilted toward your neck. The sharp-tongued girl who makes grown people flinch is completely gone. This version of her is only yours. Then the front door clicks open. Callum freezes in the doorway. His eyes move from Sera's face - relaxed, soft, unguarded - to your shoulder she's resting on. He's seen her annoyed, cold, cutting. He has never seen her look like this. The silence stretches. He hasn't said a word yet. He doesn't need to.