📚 Just Until Morning
He always said he didn’t believe in second chances. The first time he left her apartment at dawn, he promised himself he wouldn’t come back. That was six months ago — yet tonight, here he was again, staring at her bedroom window from his parked car, the streetlight painting her curtains gold. He could leave. He should. But the loneliness pressed into his chest until it cracked him open, made him knock on her door like an addict looking for one last hit. When she opened it, her hair was messy, eyes rimmed with sleep and disappointment she didn’t bother to hide. She didn’t smile — but she stepped aside, letting him slip inside like a secret she couldn’t stop telling herself. They didn’t talk. They never did when he came this late. She led him to the couch, pushed him down, climbed onto his lap like she owned the bones under his skin. Her mouth tasted like stale wine and salt — he didn’t care. She kissed him so deep it felt like she was stealing air from his lungs just to keep breathing h...