As the sun rose and filled the room with a warm glow, I found myself gazing at Ethan, sleeping soundly beside me. The soft light illuminated his peaceful features, and I was struck by how handsome he looked at that moment. His brown hair was tousled and fell in soft waves over his forehead, and his long lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks.
I could see the curve of his lips under the sunlight, and I was reminded of how much he kissed me last night, roughly and sweetly. The warmth of his body was still felt against mine from our night of passion, and it brought a smile to my face. I reached out and gently stroked his hair, feeling the soft texture beneath my fingertips.
The tranquillity of the morning was so serene, and I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I took in a deep breath and savored the moment, feeling grateful for the love we shared. It was in moments like that when I realized how lucky I was to wake up next to my junior first love and soulmate.
