Warm sunlight crept through the partially drawn curtains, casting golden streaks across the king-sized bed in Stefan's room.
Stefan turned onto his side, blinking against the light. For a moment, everything felt calm. Too calm. He'd almost even forgotten he could see now since he'd almost gotten used to the blindness.
He sighed when his eyes adjusted to the light and he could feel Ivy beside him—her breathing soft and even. Her back was to him, the covers pulled up to her shoulder.
Last night had been strange despite the fact that she'd always been the one with him all these months or maybe not.
She had come to find him hours after disappearing into her old room, all sweet words and gentle touches, whispering apologies and saying she didn't want to sleep alone. But her touch had felt foreign. Mechanical. As if she was trying too hard.
