Chapter 685 Room For More?(Interace-fuck):>Ep4

• She liked this part of the day -- when the building quieted, when the city softened just a little, when the sky outside went golden and the light inside turned gentle. It was the first time since moving in that she felt like she could truly exhale.
• The sound of a door opening pulled her gently out of her focus. Ron stepped into the kitchen, barefoot, towel still draped casually over his shoulder. His shirt clung a little to his chest -- clearly fresh from a shower -- and there was a damp curl to the ends of his short hair. Not styled. Not performed. Just real.
• He moved toward the fridge with that same unbothered grace he always seemed to carry. She noticed it more now -- how he didn't rush anything. Not even a glass of water.