LILY'S POV
I stood in the center of the room, taking in the boxes scattered across the floor, the empty bookshelves, and the couch that had already become a familiar companion. I had to admit—this place was more than I had expected. More than I deserved, really. And yet, it wasn't the perfect apartment. I had imagined something grander, something more impressive when I dreamt about moving to London. But this? This felt real. Like it could actually be home.
"Doing that thing again," Daniel's voice broke through my thoughts, a low hum of amusement as he stood in the doorway, his posture casual but somehow commanding.
I didn't even turn to look at him. Instead, I focused on the boxes—those darn boxes that seemed to take up more space in my mind than in the room itself. "What thing?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know the answer.
