Destiny's POV
Being in his house felt different—like the walls had finally been given a reason to hold warmth. The space felt alive, not just from his presence, but from the way he filled it. Every laugh, every glance, every word from him was a reminder of how much I'd missed this... missed him.
He watched me as I savor the last bite of dessert, a contented smile softening on his lips. The glow from the dining lights cast a gentle shimmer across his skin, and I had to remind myself not to stare too long.
"Thank you for the dinner, Red. I'm so full," I said, leaning back in my chair.
"I don't want you to go yet," he said before he could stop himself. The words came out rushed, almost desperate.
I smiled at him as I felt the butterflies in my belly.
"I'm not planning to leave yet," I replied, his gaze meeting mine for a beat too long.
"That's good," he murmured, with relief written all over his face.
