The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as I slowly stirred from my slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found myself wrapped in Lydia's embrace, her warmth a comforting presence against my skin.
I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty in the gentle morning light, her features softened by sleep, her lashes fluttering delicately against her cheeks. With a tender smile, I reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, marveling at the delicate curve of her jawline.
"She looks beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility of the moment.
At the sound of my voice, Lydia stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A soft smile graced her lips as she shifted closer, seeking the warmth of my embrace.
"You think I'm beautiful," she murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief.
