The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden light across their bedroom. William stirred, feeling the soft weight of Elisse pressed against him, her skin glowing in the early light. Her hair was a wild halo across the pillow, and she stretched, letting out a small, sleepy moan that made him smile.
“Good morning,” he murmured, lips brushing her shoulder.
Elisse turned her head, eyes half-lidded with a mixture of sleep and desire. “Morning… you’re too warm,” she teased softly, though her hands already began tracing the lines of his chest.
William chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. “I could say the same,” he replied, his voice low and husky. “And I don’t plan on letting you get away from me today.”
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Is that a promise or a
