Almost Love, Then Everything - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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("Some mornings don’t begin with alarms.
They begin with someone’s breath beside you,
and the feeling that time has decided to pause.")
The first thing Leah felt was warmth.
Not from sunlight—not yet—but from Jade’s arm draped lazily over her waist. Their legs tangled. The weight of sleep still clinging to the corners of her mind.
She didn’t open her eyes at first.
She just listened.
To the quiet rise and fall of Jade’s breathing. The tiny whistle in her nose when she was too deep in sleep to care. The birds chirping somewhere outside the cracked window.
Leah smiled into the pillow.
When she did finally turn, Jade stirred, eyes fluttering open like they’d been waiting.
“Morning,” Leah whispered.
Jade blinked, dazed. “Is it?”
“Technically.”
Jade groaned. “Don’t bring logic into this bed.”
Leah laughed — that soft, sleepy laugh that only ever happened in the early hours, before the world demanded anything from her.
They didn’t get up right away.
Jade tucked a strand of Leah’s hair behind her ear. “Do you want to do anything today?”
Leah shook her head. “I want this. Just this.”
So they stayed in bed. Wrapped in blankets. Talking in whispers like the world outside would hear if they were too loud.
Leah traced invisible shapes along Jade’s collarbone.
“Do you think this is what peace feels like?” she asked.
Jade smiled. “If it isn’t, I don’t care. It feels good enough to pretend.”
They made coffee slowly. Burned the toast and laughed about it. Danced in the kitchen to some lazy vinyl that crackled more than it played.
Jade kissed Leah’s forehead while she was leaning over the kettle.
Leah pretended to be annoyed.
She wasn’t.
Hours passed. But the day didn’t move quickly.
Time seemed to stretch around them, giving them permission to just be.
No plans.
No pressure.
No pretending.
Just two girls in love, in a tiny apartment that smelled like coffee, rain, and something blooming quietly between them.
Some mornings you don’t just wake up.
You arrive—
in someone’s arms,
in a feeling you didn’t know you were waiting for.
And you don’t want to leave.
They begin with someone’s breath beside you,
and the feeling that time has decided to pause.")
The first thing Leah felt was warmth.
Not from sunlight—not yet—but from Jade’s arm draped lazily over her waist. Their legs tangled. The weight of sleep still clinging to the corners of her mind.
She didn’t open her eyes at first.
She just listened.
To the quiet rise and fall of Jade’s breathing. The tiny whistle in her nose when she was too deep in sleep to care. The birds chirping somewhere outside the cracked window.
Leah smiled into the pillow.
When she did finally turn, Jade stirred, eyes fluttering open like they’d been waiting.
“Morning,” Leah whispered.
Jade blinked, dazed. “Is it?”
“Technically.”
Jade groaned. “Don’t bring logic into this bed.”
Leah laughed — that soft, sleepy laugh that only ever happened in the early hours, before the world demanded anything from her.
They didn’t get up right away.
Jade tucked a strand of Leah’s hair behind her ear. “Do you want to do anything today?”
Leah shook her head. “I want this. Just this.”
So they stayed in bed. Wrapped in blankets. Talking in whispers like the world outside would hear if they were too loud.
Leah traced invisible shapes along Jade’s collarbone.
“Do you think this is what peace feels like?” she asked.
Jade smiled. “If it isn’t, I don’t care. It feels good enough to pretend.”
They made coffee slowly. Burned the toast and laughed about it. Danced in the kitchen to some lazy vinyl that crackled more than it played.
Jade kissed Leah’s forehead while she was leaning over the kettle.
Leah pretended to be annoyed.
She wasn’t.
Hours passed. But the day didn’t move quickly.
Time seemed to stretch around them, giving them permission to just be.
No plans.
No pressure.
No pretending.
Just two girls in love, in a tiny apartment that smelled like coffee, rain, and something blooming quietly between them.
Some mornings you don’t just wake up.
You arrive—
in someone’s arms,
in a feeling you didn’t know you were waiting for.
And you don’t want to leave.
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