Max woke up and saw Jennifer sleeping beside him, this was the third day they had slept next to each other like it was a normal and natural thing to do, the distance between them no longer awkward, just quiet familiarity settling into routine.
The first day they had sex and shared something intimate, but after that both of them were pulled back into their own pace of life, responsibilities stacking, time moving fast, leaving moments like this rare and unspoken rather than avoided.
Oh, I almost forgot how passionate she was.
The thought passed through his mind without distraction, more observation than indulgence, as he watched the slow rhythm of her breathing, the softness in her face that only appeared when she slept.
Jennifer had hinted at intimacy the night before, small gestures, lingering proximity, the kind of signals he noticed but didn't follow, because Max was too focused on catching up.
