The morning air was crisp, cool, and smelled like pine. Lauren shivered slightly as she stepped onto the cabin’s wooden deck, pulling Larry’s oversized hoodie tighter around herself. The mountains stretched out in the distance, blue and endless, the sky so clear it almost hurt to look at.
It was perfect. Quiet. Peaceful. Exactly what they needed after the chaos of the wedding.
A deep voice, still heavy with sleep, broke through the silence.
“Babe, why are you up?”
Lauren turned to see Larry leaning against the doorway, hair messy, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, eyes barely open. Soft. Relaxed. A version of him she didn’t get to see often enough.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted.
Larry yawned, stepping onto the deck and wrapping his arms around her from behind, pressing his face in
