[Trisha Volkov]
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow upon the room that Christian and I shared. I stirred from my slumber, the warmth of the sheets clinging to my skin. Blinking my eyes open, I found Christian already awake, his gaze fixed upon me, brimming with affection and adoration. The sight of him ignited a flutter within my chest, a sweet anticipation for the day that lay ahead.
Christian's lips curled into a gentle smile, tender and inviting. "Good morning, my love," he whispered, his voice carrying a hushed reverence.
"Good morning," I replied, my voice tinged with sleep. A tender smile danced upon my lips as I leaned closer, my heart swelling with affection. Our lips met in a delicate kiss, a languid exchange of tenderness that spoke volumes of the love we shared. I couldn't help but lose myself in that moment, savoring the taste of the morning and the comfort of our connection.
