Loren POV
I felt…warm. The snowy, icy weather outside had raged through the night and had frosted all the windows. But yet I felt nothing but warmth.
I looked over at my sleeping boyfriend and felt his chest rise and fall beneath my hand. A smile found my lips as I recalled the magical night we had together; it was perfect. He had been gentle when he needed to, rough when the throes of passion engulfed us both and loving at the end when he held me close, kissing me and making sure that I was okay.
I sat up slowly, yawning and stretching but careful not to wake up my gorgeous lover. I looked around Alex’s room which I had been in many times before, yet something was different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but the lighting seemed odd. The winter had made everything dull and grey, but there was a warm light coming from somewhere.
I looked down at Alex, thinking that once he woke, I would ask if he saw it too, but realized that the light source was coming from Alex.
