THE MORNING DRAFT
227 Words
As the first hint of dawn began to gray the horizon, they didn't fall back into sleep. Instead, they stayed tangled together, talking about the small things—their favorite books, their secret ambitions, and how, sometimes, a stained white blouse is the best thing that can ever happen to you.
The sun rose over the city, casting a warm, golden glow across the apartment. The "Draft Mode" was officially in full swing.
Day 2 didn't start with an alarm clock; it started with the feeling of soft sunlight and the weight of Elias’s arm draped over Maya’s waist. When Maya stirred, Elias pulled her closer, his lips finding the curve of her neck for a slow, morning greeting.
"Morning, Lois," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
Maya turned in his arms, her hair a wild, beautiful mess on the pillow. "Still here, Clark?"
"Not going anywhere," he promised.
He leaned in, and the morning air was suddenly charged again. What started as a gentle "good morning" quickly deepened. Elias cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip before his mouth met hers. It was a passionate, slow-burn kiss—one that tasted of shared secrets and the quiet intimacy of the morning. Maya wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, pulling him over her as they lost themselves in each other all over again.
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