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~Velma’s POV
I brushed my hand over his face gently, slowly and carefully, as if I was afraid the moment might break if I moved too fast. My fingers traced the familiar lines of his cheek, the curve of his jaw, and the soft crease on his brow. His skin was warm beneath my touch. He shifted slightly, letting out a quiet breath, and then his eyes opened slowly. When he saw me, a soft, lazy smile spread across his face, the kind that always made my heart skip.
“Good morning, my love,” he said, his voice deep and rough from sleep.
He reached for me and pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around my waist. Before I could say anything, he pressed a warm, gentle kiss to my forehead. I stayed there for a moment, resting against him, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling the steady rise and
