Morning didn’t break with noise. It didn’t knock, didn’t burst in with the sun’s blinding cruelty. Instead, it crept in like a thief—not to steal, but to return something. A chance. A moment. A breath of peace.
The room floated in semi-darkness, pierced only by thin slivers of light slipping through the heavy curtains, scattering soft, golden kisses along the edge of the bed. The sheets were tangled around two bodies—not just lying beside each other, but wrapped together so intimately they could no longer be untangled without breaking apart.
Lucian felt the weight first. A soft, warm body resting against his chest. A thigh tangled between his own. An arm draped across him, her palm resting on his stomach… or just below. Her fingers brushed his skin right at the line—where reason ended an
