The warmth of the morning sun crept through the blinds, casting gentle rays on the bed, where Oliver lay beside me, his breathing slow and steady. The sheets tangled between us felt like a soft cocoon, a comforting reminder of the night we had shared. I lay there for a moment, simply listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, savoring the aftermath of the storm we’d just weathered together. I could feel the weight of his body, his arm draped over me, his warmth seeping into my skin, grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
Oliver stirred beside me, his fingers brushing against my skin as he shifted to get a better look at me. His eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, he just stared at me, as if taking me in, memorizing the softness of my features. And then he smiled
