Just as he reached for a towel, the door creaked open.Dressa stepped in, her eyes still heavy with sleep, her oversized hoodie hanging loosely off one shoulder as she shuffled forward."Morning," she mumbled, rubbing one eye as she walked up to the sink beside him.Maximus arched a brow. "Did you sleep okay?"She nodded lazily, turning on the faucet and cupping water in her hands. "Yeah. Unlike someone who had to be carried to bed like a sack of potatoes."Maximus smirked, leaning against the counter. "Hey, I was exhausted. Workaholics don't just stop because their body tells them to."Dressa rolled her eyes, splashing water on her face. "More like your body stopped for you."Maximus chuckled, watching as she reached for a towel.There was something oddly domestic about the moment — the two of them, standing side by side, groggy from sleep, sharing a quiet morning routine. It felt… nice.Without thinking much about it, Maximus leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.Dressa