The soft light of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows across the room. Eve stirred beneath the covers, her mind gradually surfacing from a deep, dreamless sleep. Instinctively, she reached out, searching for the warmth beside her.
Violet.
Her hand brushed against the empty space where Violet should have been. For a moment, a pang of disappointment jolted through her. But as she opened her eyes, she saw Violet sitting by the window, the first rays of morning light catching the soft edges of her silhouette.
Eve propped herself up on one elbow, taking in the quiet beauty of the scene. Violet's profile was calm, contemplative, her gaze fixed on something beyond the windowpane. There was a quiet strength in the way she held herself, a resilience that had drawn Eve to her from the beginning.
"Morning," Eve said softly, breaking the silence.
Violet turned, a small smile playing on her lips. "Morning. Did you sleep well?"
Eve nodded, pushing the covers aside as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "Better than I have in days. Thanks to you."
Violet's smile faltered slightly, but she quickly masked it, her expression returning to its usual calm. "I'm glad. You needed the rest."
A tension hung in the air, something unsaid that lingered between them. Eve could feel it, a pull that had been growing stronger with every passing moment. She stood and walked over to where Violet sat, the soft rustle of her nightgown the only sound in the quiet room.
Violet looked up at her as she approached, her eyes searching Eve's face. "Eve… about last night…"
Eve held up a hand, cutting her off gently. "You don't need to say it. I know what you're going to say, Vi. That we need to keep our distance, that it's too dangerous right now."
Violet's gaze dropped, the words she had been preparing to say catching in her throat. "I just… I don't want to complicate things, Eve. Not when there's so much at stake."
Eve crouched down in front of her, her eyes locking onto Violet's. "But it's already complicated, Vi. Pretending it isn't won't make it any less so."
Violet's breath hitched, the vulnerability in Eve's eyes breaking down the walls she had so carefully constructed. "I don't want to hurt you, Eve. And I'm scared… scared of what will happen if we let this go any further."
Eve reached out, her fingers brushing against Violet's hand. "What are you scared of, Vi? That we'll get hurt? That we'll lose everything we've worked for?"
Violet's hand trembled under Eve's touch, her emotions warring within her. "All of that. And more. I'm scared that I'll lose you, Eve. Not just as my boss, but as the person who…"
She trailed off, her voice catching on the unspoken words.
Eve's heart ached at the sight of Violet's struggle. She knew that Violet was trying to protect her, to shield her from the potential fallout of their relationship. But Eve couldn't bear the thought of losing Violet, not when she had finally allowed herself to acknowledge what she truly felt.
"Vi," Eve said softly, her voice trembling slightly, "we've faced worse than this. We've taken on people like William, fought battles we never thought we could win. What we have… it's worth fighting for, too."
Violet's eyes met hers, a storm of emotions swirling within them. "And what exactly do we have, Eve? We've never talked about it. Not really."
Eve exhaled slowly, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "We have something real, something that I'm not willing to ignore anymore. I'm tired of pretending that what I feel for you doesn't matter, that it isn't…"
"Isn't what?" Violet whispered, her voice barely audible.
Eve swallowed, her throat tight with the weight of her confession. "That it isn't love, Vi. Because it is. I love you."
The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.
Violet stared at her, her eyes wide with shock, her breath catching in her throat. "Eve… I…"
Eve gently squeezed Violet's hand, her own emotions teetering on the edge. "You don't have to say anything, Vi. I just needed you to know."
Violet's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and for a moment, she looked as though she might pull away, retreat back into the safety of her guarded emotions. But then she surprised Eve—surprised herself—by leaning in, closing the distance between them.
Her lips brushed against Eve's, tentative at first, as if testing the waters of this new, uncharted territory. But the moment their lips met, something shifted, and the tentative kiss deepened into something more, something desperate and full of longing.
Eve's hand cupped the back of Violet's neck, holding her close, as if afraid that she might vanish if she let go. The kiss was a mix of everything they had been holding back—fear, desire, love—and for a few stolen moments, they allowed themselves to drown in it.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to steady their racing hearts.
"Vi," Eve whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to pretend that this isn't real."
Violet closed her eyes, her breathing uneven as she struggled to find her voice. "But what about everything else? The company, your father… William…"
"We'll face it together," Eve said firmly, her resolve solidifying. "We've always faced everything together, Vi. This won't be any different."
Violet opened her eyes, her gaze searching Eve's for reassurance, for a promise that they could survive whatever came next. "Are you sure, Eve? Once we cross this line, there's no going back."
Eve nodded, her heart swelling with determination. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
For a long moment, Violet simply looked at her, the weight of the decision pressing down on both of them. Then, slowly, she nodded, a small, hesitant smile breaking through her tears.
"Okay," she whispered. "We'll face it together."
Eve's smile widened, the tension in her chest finally beginning to ease. She stood, pulling Violet to her feet, and without a word, led her towards the bed.
They lay down together, the mattress dipping under their combined weight, and Eve pulled the covers over them both. Violet curled into her side, her head resting on Eve's shoulder, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Eve felt a sense of peace wash over her.
As they lay there in the quiet of the early morning, their breathing slowly evening out, Eve pressed a soft kiss to the top of Violet's head.
"I love you," she whispered again, the words carrying all the weight and sincerity of her heart.
Violet's response was a soft, contented sigh as she burrowed deeper into Eve's embrace. "I love you too, Eve. Always."