The tray landed between them, steam curling lazily from two mugs of coffee.
Luca shifted back against the headboard, but Noel tugged him closer until their shoulders pressed together, solid and warm.
"See?" Noel said, tearing a piece of croissant and popping it into his mouth. "Breakfast in bed is the superior way. You get comfort and food."
Luca stole the other half of the pastry from his fingers. "You're getting spoiled already."
"Whose fault is that?" Noel's eyes glittered as he sipped his coffee. "You sneak off, bring food to bed, and still expect me not to demand this every morning?"
"You'd never leave the sheets again," Luca countered, reaching for the jar of jam.
"Maybe I wouldn't," Noel said, softer now, watching him spread it with careful precision. "Not if you're here."
The words settled between them, heavier than the silence that followed.
Luca paused, knife hovering midair, then set it down. "That's a dangerous habit you're building."
