Gabriel walked back into the bedroom, already dressed, his hair still slightly damp, that calm, steady smile on his face.

“Hey, how about coming to the kitchen with me? I’ll make us some coffee,” he said, his voice gentle.

Celina sat up in bed and shook her head with a faint, almost embarrassed smile.

“You don’t have to, Gabriel… I’ve already caused you enough trouble. Honestly, I think it’s about time I head home.”

“No way. I’m not letting you leave without having coffee with me. It’s the least I can do after yesterday,” he replied, with that warm charm that made her feel safe.

With a quiet sigh, Celina gave in and followed him to the kitchen. While he set out the mugs and turned on the coffee machine, he glanced over at her.

“How are you feeling today?”

She rested her elbows on the table, fingers interlaced, and took a deep breath.

“Better than yesterday, no doubt…” She paused, meeting his gaze with tenderness. “Thank you, Gabriel. For everything. For letting me stay here, for comin