The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, brushing the condo with a soft glow. Marnie stirred in bed, still wrapped in the warmth of the night, and slowly became aware of a familiar weight beside her. Michael’s arm was draped lightly over her waist, his body still comfortably warm against hers. She froze, a thrill coursing through her chest.
Being married to Michael wasn’t just a legal reality anymore; it was a daily, living, breathing experience. Every glance, every touch carried the intimacy and tension of a love that was young, fresh, and undeniably powerful.
Marnie moved cautiously, not wanting to wake him—or perhaps, wanting to savor the moment a little longer. She traced a finger lightly along his arm, feeling the solid strength beneath his skin. The small, familiar sc
