The first light of dawn filtered through the trees, casting a soft, golden glow over the meadow. Teddy and Isla lay entwined on the blanket, their bodies still warm from the heat of their passion. Isla slowly stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find herself nestled in Teddy's arms. The events of the previous night played back in her mind, and she felt a surge of emotion. It had been a night of intimacy and connection unlike any she had experienced before.
Teddy shifted beside her, his eyes opening to meet hers. A slow, sleepy smile spread across his face. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep.
“Good morning,” Isla replied, her heart swelling with affection. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. The touch was tender, filled with the unspoken prom
