Shay:
I awoke earlier than normal, sunlight filtering softly through the sheer curtains, creating a gentle glow in our bedroom. Today was special—a celebration of our new home, a symbol of the life Saint and I were building together. The thought made warmth bloom in my chest as I stretched, the faint sounds of the morning filtering in from the open window.
Beside me, Saint still slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, his strong features softened by sleep. I smiled to myself, feeling a flutter deep inside as my fingers lightly brushed his cheek. He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open, and a sleepy smile curved his lips.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, pulling me gently closer.
“Good morning,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw.
