The next morning, my alarm blares far too early, which startles me awake. I sit up abruptly, fumbling to silence it, and let out a long sigh. My eyes feel heavy, gritty from sleep, so I rub them until the world comes into a clearer focus. Stretching my arms above my head, I work out the tightness in my shoulders before swinging my legs out of bed.
I glanced toward the bathroom and spotted Dom was already up, standing at the sink, and brushing his teeth. His hair’s still a little tousled from sleep, and it makes me smile. Even in these mundane moments, he’s handsome - focused on his routine, oblivious to how much I enjoy watching him.
I wander over to the closet and slide the door open, sifting through hangers until my fingers settle on a red sundress. It feels playful, bright - exactly t
