The morning sun drenched the 1893 French chateau with its golden hues, painting its rustic charm in a soft, ethereal glow. Jeremy, his eyes tracing the ornate ceiling of his bedroom. Beside him, Alexandra slept peacefully, her dreams filled with the adrenaline of the game she loved.
A sigh escaped from Jeremy as he gently extracted himself from the warmth of the sheets, not wanting to wake Alexandra. He was a grizzled veteran of the football field, but this, waking up with Alexandra in his arms, was a different game altogether, one he was still learning to navigate. The tough exterior he had built over the years softened in the presence of her quiet strength.
In the kitchen, he brewed coffee, the aroma filling the grand house, a scent that Alexandra had come to associate with the start
