Steam drifted from the bathroom as Chloe stepped out, her damp locs wrapped in a towel, the soft scent of vanilla body wash clinging to her skin.
The mirror behind her was still foggy, and the warm air kissed her cheeks as she crossed the room. She felt lighter, softer; washed clean not just physically but emotionally. The weight she had carried for days felt strangely… gone.
Maybe this was what happiness felt like. Quiet. Warm. Gentle. Filling every small, empty corner inside her.
She slipped into her pajamas, the familiar oversized tee and cotton shorts, then climbed onto her bed. Her body sank into the mattress, and the tension she didn't even realize she had been carrying slowly dissolved.
She was about to sleep when she realized she wasn't single anymore so there was absolutely no way she could follow her singlehood routine of going straight to bed after taking a shower.
