NYQXEE'S POV
I slowly open my eyes, the quiet warmth of his breath brushing against my skin. His hold on me is firm, yet tender, a gentle reminder of his presence. It’s grounding, calming, and for a brief moment, I let myself linger in that stillness. His chest rises and falls against mine in a slow, rhythmic pattern, a comforting heartbeat that syncs with my own. The world outside seems distant and unimportant, as though time itself has paused just for us. I listen to the soft hum of his breathing, the subtle shift of his body, the peace that envelops us both in this quiet morning.
But reality, as it always does, starts to tug at me. The day awaits, and as much as I want to remain in his arms, I know I cannot. The thought stirs something deep within me, a mix of longing and duty, of wan
