Lor woke up in a good mood.
That fact sat in his body before any thought attached to it. The light through the window was already pale and clear.
The house smelled faintly of bread and the oil Mira used on the pan.
For a few seconds he only lay there and let the feeling exist.
He had made up with Kiara.
The anger that had lived in his chest for days was gone. Not buried. Not postponed. Gone enough that he could breathe around the space it used to occupy.
And then there had been the gift on the roof.
Her breasts in the moonlight.
The laugh.
The bra left in his hands.
He had already seen her naked. He had already been inside her, more than once, back when they were still together and the bond had made everything feel inevitable.
Last night should not have been new.
It still felt new.
He brushed his teeth and then washed his face.
Cold water on his face. Hair pushed back with both hands.
When he came downstairs the kitchen was already warm.
