Nicole's Pov
The soft light of the early morning filters through the curtains, and I stir awake, feeling the unmistakable sensation of being watched. Slowly opening my eyes, I find Drake’s warm gaze fixed on me, his face illuminated by a gentle smile.
“Morning, beautiful,” he says softly, his voice a soothing rumble. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
A sleepy smile spreads across my face as I stretch slightly. “Good morning,” I reply, my voice still thick with sleep. “What time is it?”
“It’s still early, 7 a.m.,” he says, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
I sigh contentedly and snuggle closer into his side, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear grounding me. We fall into easy conversation, reflecting on last night.
“It was nice,” I murmur, “having everyone toge
