Chapter 20
The Color of Us
Over the next few days, Dale and Skye begin renovating their café space, facing financial strain but discovering how well they work together. When Skye spills paint on her shirt while painting the last room, Dale playfully removes his own shirt and then hers, and they finish the room topless before making love in the kitchen, followed by a tender cleanup that deepens their bond.
The first morning after signing the lease, Dale woke before the sun. He lay still, feeling Skye’s breath against his chest, her hand curled loosely over his heart. The room was dim, the world outside quiet, but inside him something had already begun to hum—a low, steady vibration of purpose and fear and hope all tangled together.
He slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake her, and made coffee. While it brewed, he stood by the window and watched the streetlights flicker out one by one as dawn crept in. The city was waking up, and so was their dream.
Skye found him there ten minutes later, wrapped in a blanket, her hair a mess. She took the mug he offered and leaned into him without a word. They stood like that, drinking coffee in the quiet, until the sun climbed high enough to paint the kitchen gold.
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