Bittersweet Dawn

Stella

Waking up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I feel an unfamiliar warmth surrounding me.

It takes a moment for the fog of sleep to clear from my mind, and then I remember him—Vance. He’s still here, beside me. We went to sleep last night with a respectable distance between us, but it’s clear that it made no difference; because now, his arm is draped protectively over