Few months later...
The kids were finally at school and the house felt strangely peaceful, almost too quiet after months of constant chaos, with sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows and warming the granite countertop where Mira stood sipping her black coffee, dressed in nothing but Cassian's old gray t-shirt that clung to her curves and barely skimmed her thighs, her hair a wild tangle from sleep falling over one shoulder as she scrolled through business emails on her phone with one hand while cradling the steaming mug in the other.
Cassian had been leaning in the doorway for a good thirty seconds, arms crossed over his bare chest, low-slung jeans riding his hips, just watching her move, the way the shirt shifted when she reached for her mug revealing a flash of smooth thigh and black lace underneath, hitting him low and hard in the gut because damn, she looked incredible without even trying.
