Alice POV
The morning light poured through the curtains like a lover tracing the edges of my skin, soft and bold all at once, golden warmth brushing places his hands had already memorized hours before the sun rose.
His arm lay draped across my waist, fingers still curled around the curve of my hip like even in sleep, he wasn’t willing to let go of the peace we built between sheets instead of silence.
I turned slightly, just enough to watch the way his lashes touched his cheek, the way his mouth was parted just enough to remind me how he’d whispered my name not like possession, but prayer.
There were clothes scattered across the floor like confessions neither of us had needed to say out loud, and the air still carried the heat of everything we did without asking for forgiveness, only cl
