Sora's POV
After I showered, wrapped in nothing but the scent of soap and the memory of his hands, I stepped out of the bathroom and froze.
The bed was already fixed.
Fresh sheets. Smooth corners. No trace of what we had just done.
I blinked.
How did he even know where I kept the spare sheets?
A strange warmth bloomed in my chest.
He noticed things.
I walked out of the room and spotted a small note on the dining table, written in his messy, confident handwriting.
I went back to my apartment. Need to change clothes anyway.
That was it. No teasing. No smug comment.
Just… simple.
I folded the note slowly, biting back a smile I refused to acknowledge.
Why is that making my heart race more than everything else he did earlier?
I opened the balcony door, and my three dogs instantly perked up, tails wagging like crazy.
"Come on, guys. Time to go potty and play on the rooftop," I said.
