~~NARRATOR'S POV~~
As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room, Ramona slowly stirred in her slumber. Blinking away the remnants of dreams, she became aware of the warmth and weight of a strong yet tender hand wrapped around her waist. Her heart skipped a beat for a second and a smile finally tugged at the corners of her lips.
Turning gingerly, she gazed at the man beside her. He lay there in peaceful repose, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence. His disheveled dark hair framed his chiseled features, and a faint, contented smile played upon his lips.
Ramona marveled at the beauty of the moment, the quiet intimacy of the early morning. She couldn't help but reach out, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his face. His skin felt warm, a canvas of memories and emotions. She gently brushed her fingertips across his brow, down the bridge of his nose, and finally, the outline of his lips.
