Amara woke up first, her eyes fluttering open to find the early morning light creeping through the edges of the curtains. For a moment, everything was peaceful—still. But then, she realized that the weight she felt against her chest wasn’t just the warmth of the blankets. It was Arthur, sprawled across her with his head resting on her chest, his breath slow and steady. His body heat radiated off of him, making the cold room feel almost stifling, but she didn’t mind. His warmth was like a constant, steady presence that made her feel safe, even though the temperature in the room was on the cooler side.
She didn’t move, letting him sleep peacefully. Instead, she gently ran her fingers through his hair, appreciating the softness of it and the way he relaxed completely in her arms. There was s
