The soft hues of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over their shared sanctuary. Jessica stirred slightly, her body still curled against Armando’s. His arm remained draped protectively around her waist, his fingers idly tracing patterns along her back, grounding her in his presence.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet was soothing, almost sacred, as though they were both afraid to break the fragile peace they’d found in each other’s arms. Jessica tilted her head to look up at him, her gaze meeting his. The love in his eyes was unmistakable, a steady flame that refused to waver even in the face of uncertainty.
“You didn’t sleep,” she murmured, noticing the faint shadows under his eyes.
“I don’t need sleep when I have this,” he replied, his voice low
