Sunny clutched her phone, standing nervously in front of the tightly closed door.
She pressed the doorbell. When the door swung open, there was Stellan—draped in a loose black silk robe, his hair still damp, droplets of water gliding down his collarbone and disappearing beneath the fabric.
Sunny's ears burned bright red.
"Stellan… you just woke up?"
He arched an eyebrow. "We agreed on nine, didn't we? Why so early?"
"Couldn't wait to see me, Sunny?"
She had no response for that.
How was it that her usually proper Uncle Stellan suddenly seemed so... irreverent?
Clearing her throat, Sunny lowered her gaze to her shoes. "I'm not that early. Only ten minutes."
He shrugged. "Mm."
The fresh scent of his shower gel lingered in the air as he stepped back, waving her in. "Come in."
She followed, closing the door behind her, trying not to stare at his broad shoulders and the glimpse of his lean calves beneath the robe.
At the entryway sat a pair of slippers—pink, with little bunny ears.
Sunny slipped them on and trailed after him.
A quick glance down, and she noticed Stellan was wearing the blue version of the same bunny slippers.
Matching slippers? Seriously?
She paused, a strange feeling twisting in her chest. Was Stellan really single?
He sank onto the sofa, his robe now fastened more securely at the chest. Stretching out, he crossed his long legs and leaned back lazily. "So, what did you want to talk about today?"
He noticed her lingering stare at his slippers.
Stellan's lips twitched. "They came as a two-pack with groceries. I just grabbed whichever. Not your style?"
So that's all it was?
Relief washed over her, easing the knot in her chest. "No, they're cute. Actually, rabbits are my favorite animal."
"Is that so?" Stellan's eyes glimmered with amusement. "Over there—my friend gave me a real one as a gift. Still doesn't have a name. Any suggestions?"
Sunny's eyes dimmed. "No, let's just wait until the memorial's over. After the forty-nine days. Once that's done, we can do it."
She thought, Grandma, I can't wait any longer.
I can't wait to take back what's ours.
Please forgive me, just this once.
"Also, since it's so soon after she passed, I'd rather we keep this quiet for now. Is that okay?"
She wasn't sure if her request would upset him.
Stellan met her gaze, eyes narrowing slightly. "That's fine."
"When the memorial's over, do you want to move in here, or should I move to your place?"
Sunny blinked, taken aback by how quickly he was adapting to the idea of them as a couple. "I'll move in here."
He nodded, then stood and fetched a card from a drawer, sliding it across the table to her. "Sorry, I don't really know what sort of style you like. If you need anything, just get it."
Sunny stared at the black card, swallowing hard.

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