Chapter 17

After breakfast, I settled onto the couch, closing my eyes as soft music played through the speakers. It was a lazy morning, the kind where time stretched out comfortably. Monique curled up on the other end of the couch with her laptop, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the keys as she focused on her work.

Every so often, she would glance over at me, her gaze soft, thoughtful. She didn’t say anything, but the way she looked at me spoke volumes. She was making space for herself in my life—not by demanding it, but simply by being here, by fitting in so seamlessly that I couldn’t imagine the house without her.

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, the world outside felt brighter. Birds chirped in the distance, the gentle rustling of leaves adding a soothing backdrop to the music. It was peaceful in a way I hadn’t known I needed.

Around lunchtime, Monique closed her laptop and stretched, rolling her shoulders before turning to me.

“Let’s get you outside for a bit,” she suggested. “Some fresh air and sunshine will do you good.”

I arched a brow. “Is that doctor’s orders?”

She grinned. “Girlfriend’s orders. And trust me, you don’t want to argue with me.”

I chuckled as she helped me up, her hands steady as she guided me to the patio. The sun was warm, golden light spilling over everything, making the world feel more alive. She settled me into a comfortable chair, making sure I was relaxed before heading back inside to prepare lunch.

When she returned, she carried a light meal—fresh sandwiches, a small salad, and chilled lemonade. She placed the tray between us, then settled onto the arm of my chair, her fingers brushing over my arm as she passed me a plate.

She was constantly aware of me, watching for any signs of strain or discomfort. But that didn’t stop her from teasing me—soft touches along my jaw, quick kisses just below my ear, little whispered remarks that left my skin tingling.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I murmured as she traced a finger over the back of my hand.

“Of course,” she said, her lips curving. “Taking care of you is ... nice. But making you squirm? That’s just a bonus.”