As the morning sun cast a warm, golden glow into the room, Eliza and Thomas lay nestled in each other’s arms. The sheets, soft as whispers, formed a cocoon around them, muffling the distant sounds of the waking world.
Eliza’s eyelids lifted slowly, revealing Thomas’ face bathed in morning light. She felt a wave of warmth cascade through her, lighting her face with an involuntary smile. Her fingers instinctively traced delicate patterns on Thomas’ skin.
At her touch, Thomas stirred, a contented hum vibrating in his throat as he nestled closer, like a plant leaning towards the sun. It was as if he sought to immerse himself in the warmth and comfort only her presence could provide. His subtle movement conveyed a silent yearning, a desire to be closer to the woman who held his heart.
As El
