Morning at Dominic's glasshouse felt different ever since Amelia started coming over more often—sometimes just for a quick breakfast, sometimes to stay the night after a long evening. There was no official talk about the "status" of their relationship, but everything seemed to flow naturally. As if Amelia's presence had always belonged there.
Dominic was brewing coffee in his minimalist kitchen while Amelia sat at the table, wearing one of his shirts that was far too big for her. Her hair was still messy, but her faint smile made the morning feel warmer than the sunlight spilling in.
"You do realize that's my favorite shirt, right?" Dominic asked as he handed her a cup of coffee.
Amelia sipped it calmly. "It's mine now," she replied confidently.
