Sophia’s POV
Morning came softly.
Not with alarms.
Not with urgency.
But with light.
Golden sunlight slipped through the curtains, stretching lazily across the room like it had nowhere else to be.
And for a moment…
I didn’t move.
I just lay there.
Wrapped in warmth.
In quiet.
In him.
Colton’s arm was draped loosely around my waist, his breathing slow and steady against my back.
Peaceful.
Unbothered.
Like the world hadn’t tried to shake us just the day before.
I turned slightly, careful not to wake him.
But of course…
He stirred anyway.
His eyes opened slowly.
Landed on me.
And softened instantly.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
I smiled.
“Morning.”
For a second, we just looked at each other.
No rush.
No need to say anything else.
Then…
