Elena's POV
Morning came softly. No alarms. No pressure. Just the warm weight of Adrian beside me, the scent of clean cotton and faint spice filling the quiet room. I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him. He had one arm wrapped loosely around my waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against my back.
I didn’t know how long I stayed like that, memorizing the feel of him, the subtle pull of safety in the silence. Long enough for the sunlight to creep in through the curtains and for the calm to be replaced by the itch to move.
I reached out for my tablet on the nightstand, fingers fumbling along its edge. My thumb hovered over the screen, trying to recall where the reader setting was. I missed it. Twice.
"You trying to blind yourself again, or is this your new morning
