David
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Laura’s face. I lay there, still tangled with her, our bodies instinctively close, as they always were after nights like this. She was breathtaking—her blonde locks spilling over the pillow, her nose straight and delicate, her lips slightly parted, and her skin so pale it seemed to shimmer under the morning light. I couldn’t help but study her, tracing every familiar feature in my mind as though trying to memorize her all over again.
How beautiful would it be, I thought, if she opened her hazel-green eyes and whispered a soft, sleepy good morning? My chest tightened at the thought. Last night… last night had been everything. It wasn’t just the passion, though it had been overwhelming; it was the way she’
