Are we in love?

Stephen carefully feeds Anna, gently coaxing a spoonful of food into her mouth. She pouts playfully, pretending to gag. "Oh, Stephen, you're a terrible cook," she teases, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

He chuckles, a warm sound that fills the room. "Well, maybe you can teach me your culinary skills once your memory returns. But for now, let's focus on surviving and making sure we don't become a wolf's next meal," he replies, a hint of humor dancing in his voice.

Anna smiles, savoring the lightness of the moment. Then, her smile fades as she gazes at Stephen intently. "But tell me, were we in love?" she asks, her tone both curious and vulnerable. She searches his face, longing for a definitive answer.

Stephen's eyes briefly dart away, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. He takes a deep breath before meeting her gaze again. "It's complicated," he confesses, his voice laced with a mix of tenderness and hesitation.

“Oh,” she said softly. With a playful glimmer in her eye, s