Lyra’s POV
I woke up slowly, the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. My body ached most deliciously, the memories of last night still fresh in my mind. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep when I smelled something, something sweet, comforting.
My eyes fluttered open fully, and there he was, Kurtis, standing beside the bed, a tray in his hands with breakfast. My heart skipped a beat, seeing him like that, so calm, his face soft in the morning light, as if the storm of our argument had never happened. His eyes, though tired, held a kind of quiet intensity as he watched me wake.
“Morning,” his voice was low, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“You… you made breakfast?” I asked, my voice still raspy from sleep.
He nodde
