The morning after our day at the beach, I woke up feeling like I had stepped out of a dream. The soft, golden rays of sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow across the room. The bed was plush, the kind of soft that you could sink into, and for a moment, I just lay there, taking it all in. I stretched lazily, the cool sheets rustling around me, and sighed contentedly. Yesterday had been everything I needed—quiet, romantic, and healing. I could still feel the warmth of Alex's hand in mine, the sound of his voice in my ear, and the sweetness of his kiss. It felt like a dream, but the soft ache in my chest reminded me it was real.
I ran my fingers through my hair, the strands still damp from the ocean breeze. I wore my favorite dress last night—a simple white sundres
