Sophia
The morning light crept in gently through the silk curtains, painting the room in soft hues of gold and warmth.
I blinked awake slowly, the softness of the pillow still caressing my cheek, and a familiar scent surrounding me—cedarwood and mint.
Erick.
I didn’t move right away. My lashes fluttered slightly, my heart thudded with a rhythm that wasn’t nervousness, but something far more delicate.
He was right there beside me.
Still asleep, or so I thought.
He lay on his back, one arm draped over the silk sheets, his chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths.
His golden-brown hair was tousled, a few strands falling over his forehead in a way that made him look younger, almost boyish. The light kissed the sharp line of his jaw, and his lashes — thick and dark — rested
