Mon histoire

Previously

…The city outside was beginning its daily ascent, the distant hum of traffic a muted backdrop to their burgeoning peace. Elara found herself observing him, the way the light caught the fine hairs on his arm, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the almost imperceptible tremor in his hand as it rested on her hip. Every detail, every ordinary moment, felt imbued with a significance she hadn’t anticipated. Eventually, the need for coffee, a ritual as essential to her as breathing, nudged them from their reverie. He disentangled himself with a languid grace, and Elara watched him move through her small apartment, a natural grace in his every step. He seemed to belong