Emma's POV
The day of the move began not with the usual frantic scramble of forgotten boxes and misplaced keys, but with the quiet, overwhelming precision of a military operation.
I woke up hours before dawn, not from alarm, but from sheer anticipation. The combination of residual exhaustion from the past week and the powerful, lingering memory of Damian's fingers tracing my jaw had left me operating on a humming, electrified plane. I was afraid to sleep, afraid to break the momentum, afraid to lose the fierce conviction that this move was the true start of my new life.
At 08:58, precisely two minutes before the scheduled arrival, I heard the faint tap-tap on my door. It wasn't the pounding of exhausted movers; it was the quiet, respectful signal of Cole.
