Waking up, happier

The morning light filters through Sadie’s blinds, painting soft gold across her room. You wake slowly, your body heavy and warm, the scent of her shampoo lingering in the sheets. For a moment you forget where you are—until you shift, and your arm brushes against bare skin.

Sadie stirs beside you. Her hair is a tangled mess, her T-shirt nowhere in sight, and she blinks at you with bleary eyes. For a second, you both just stare, silent, reality catching up in a rush.

And then she smirks faintly, voice rough from sleep. “Guess we can’t blame this one on ****, huh?”

You laugh quietly, nerves buzzing. “Nope. All us.”

She stretches, the blanket slipping down enough to reveal more of her than you can handle this early. You can’t help yourself—your hand finds her hip, pulling her closer again. She raises an eyebrow, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Already?” she teases, though her voice softens when your lips find her neck.

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By the time you finally drag yourselves out of bed, it’s closer to noon than morning. Sadie pulls on an oversized hoodie and shorts, still flushed from everything that just happened, while you tug on sweatpants and follow her to the kitchen.

The place feels the same as it always has—same messy counter, same shared mugs—but everything is different. Every brush of her hand, every glance, feels charged now.

She starts cracking eggs into a pan while you sit at the counter, watching her. “What?” she asks, pretending to be annoyed under your gaze.

“Nothing,” you say with a grin. “Just… never thought watching you make breakfast could be this hot.”

She throws a spatula at you. You catch it, laughing, and when you come around behind her to hand it back, your arms linger at her waist.

“Danny,” she warns, though she leans back into you anyway.

“Breakfast can wait,” you murmur into her ear.

Her breath hitches, and for a second you both forget the eggs entirely.

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Eventually, you sit together at the counter, plates half-eaten, laughter breaking through the heat. Sadie steals a piece of your toast, smirking, and you realize this strange new thing between you isn’t just passion—it’s still *you and her*, the same banter, the same closeness, only deeper now.

But beneath the easy laughter, there’s a truth you can’t ignore: everything has changed.

And neither of you seem to want to change it back.