Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting golden stripes across Rhys's bedroom floor. I watched as he zipped up his duffel bag, a strange sense of melancholy settling in my chest.
"Are you sure you have everything?" I asked, sitting cross-legged on his bed—well, Ethan's guest bed that had been Rhys's temporary home for the past few weeks.
Rhys glanced around the room. "Pretty sure. If I forgot anything, I'll just have to come back." A smirk played on his lips. "Or you could bring it to me. Good excuse to visit my place."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide my smile. "Because I need an excuse?"
"You never need an excuse to see me, little mate." He crossed the room and cupped my face, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead.
