By the time we reached my apartment, Megan was still out cold. I parked the car and carefully helped her inside, trying not to wake her too much. She mumbled incoherently as I guided her to the couch, but thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice where she was.
I stood there for a moment, watching her sleep, feeling oddly out of place in my own home. I wasn’t used to having guests—especially not ones I barely knew. But despite the mess of the evening, there was something oddly peaceful about the scene. Megan was safe, and that’s all that mattered.
I grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and draped it over her, making sure she was comfortable. Then, with a sigh, I sat down in the armchair across from the couch, staring at the woman who had unexpectedly found her way into my life that night.
“Good night, Megan,” I muttered quietly.
Little did I know, this was just the beginning of something I hadn’t anticipated.
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After the Heartbreak
RomanceAfter a year of soul-searching and self-discovery, Megan finally feels like she's starting to figure out her life. While she hasn't accomplished everything she hoped for, she's proud of the person she's becoming. She's let go of the pressures of the...
