The morning sun spilled lazily through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the condo, casting long, golden beams across the bedroom. Marnie stirred, her body wrapped in the warmth of Michael’s arms. His embrace was firm, yet gentle, a mix of possessive strength and delicate care that always made her heart race.
“Good morning, my little gem,” Michael murmured, nuzzling her neck.
Marnie shivered. “Morning… Michael,” she replied, her voice sleepy yet tinged with anticipation.
“You’re beautiful when you just wake up,” he whispered, his hand brushing over her hair and shoulders. “I could stay like this forever, watching you sleep.”
Marnie tilted her head, hiding a soft blush. “You say that every morning,” she murmured.
“Because it’s true,” he countered, pressing a slow kiss to her temple. “Eve
