Tom stirred, his arm instinctively reaching out to find Lucy. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her back, and he smiled, eyes still closed, as he pulled her closer.
Lucy let out a contented sigh, nestling her head into the crook of Tom's shoulder. She lifted her head slightly, her lips brushing against his collarbone as she whispered, "Good morning, love."
Tom opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and gazed down at her. Her hair was tousled, a cascade of black curls that framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with love as she met his gaze.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with affection. He tilted her chin up and kissed her gently, savoring the sweetness of her lips.
They lay there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, and Tom caressed her, tracing lazy patterns on her back with his fingertips.
