Pancakes and Paris

~VALERIE POV~

Sunlight spilled through the half-open curtains, the kind that doesn't ask for permission but settles gently on everything it touches. The house smelled faintly of coffee and cedar; Donovan must have been awake for a while. His side of the bed was warm but empty, the sheets caught up in that careless way he always left them.

I slid into his shirt…..the crisp white one he'd worn last