Sophia’s POV
Sleep came easily.
Deep.
Heavy.
The kind that wraps around your body like a soft blanket and refuses to let go.
After everything, yesterday’s emotions, the travel, the laughter, the quiet intimacy, I had completely given in to it.
And when I finally woke up…
It wasn’t to noise.
Or light.
Or even movement.
It was to warmth.
Soft lips brushing against mine.
Gentle.
Unhurried.
Then again…
This time, on my forehead.
I stirred slightly, my brows knitting together before my eyes slowly fluttered open.
Colton.
Of course.
Who else?
He was hovering slightly over me, already dressed, already put together, already looking like the man who had somewhere important to be.
But his eyes…
His eyes were still soft.
Still mine.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
My voice came
