The morning after the wedding was peaceful, as if the universe decided to gift us a moment of calm after the whirlwind of emotions and celebration the night before. I stirred awake to the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore and the warm sunlight filtering through the white linen curtains of our honeymoon suite.
Julian was already awake, propped up on one elbow and watching me with a soft smile. His silver eyes glimmered in the morning light, his tousled hair making him look impossibly handsome.
“Good morning, Mrs. Cruz,” he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.
I couldn’t help but smile back. “Good morning, Mr. Cruz.”
He leaned down to kiss me, his lips soft and lingering against mine. When he pulled back, his fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face. “How does
