Quiet Time

Dhalia POV

I wake up with a smile. Yesterday's memory is still fresh in my mind. It was a stressful day, but it ended perfectly—cooking with Blake, eating dinner together, and then cuddling between them in bed as we watched a movie. I must have fallen asleep quickly, feeling safe and content in their arms.

Sometime during the night, I woke up and found them still asleep beside me. For a while, I had laid there, thinking about what I would gain from moving back into my apartment—if I even still had it. I haven’t checked, and honestly, there’s not much that apartment could offer me that I don’t already have here. Sure, I’d get some time to myself, but I know that if I told the guys I needed space, they would respect that and give it to me.

Now, the bed is empty, and I remember that they said they would be leaving early for a meeting about tonight—a final run-through, they called it. As I sit up, I spot a note on the nightstand. Smiling, I reach for it. Of course, they’ve left a remi