Friday morning was perfect.
Luca woke to sunlight and Noel's arm around his waist, pulling him close.
They stayed in bed longer than necessary, trading lazy kisses, existing in the warm bubble of having nowhere to be.
"Coffee?" Noel murmured against his shoulder.
"In a minute."
"You said that twenty minutes ago."
"I'm conserving energy."
"For what?"
"Existing."
Noel huffed a quiet laugh, kissed the back of his neck, and eventually extracted himself. Luca heard him moving around the kitchen, the coffee maker gurgling to life.
By the time Luca dragged himself out of bed, Noel had breakfast ready—toast, eggs, fruit cut into neat pieces.
"You're very domestic this morning," Luca observed.
"Last full day before graduation. Seemed appropriate."
Luca watched Noel move around the kitchen, barefoot, humming under his breath.
He leaned against the counter, unnoticed.
"You're staring," Noel said without looking up.
"Just memorizing," Luca replied.
