The morning sun poured in through the gauzy curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the bedroom floor. The ocean murmured beyond the open balcony doors, its steady rhythm soothing, as if nature itself was trying to lull them into believing this fragile moment was safe, untouched.
Amelia stirred slowly beneath the covers, her body warm and comfortably sore, wrapped in the cocoon of Andrew’s embrace. His chest was firm against her back, one arm draped lazily around her waist, fingers splayed against her bare stomach.
She smiled quietly, eyes still closed, as she traced small circles over the back of his hand.
"You're awake," Andrew's deep morning voice murmured into her hair.
"Mhm," she whispered, turning slightly in his arms to face him. His hair was a tousled mess, his jaw dusted
