The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.
As my eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the gentle light, I took in the scene before me.
Bella's form was still nestled against my own, her body curled into mine, her breath soft and even against my chest.
The sight of Bella, naked and vulnerable in her slumber, was a vision of pure beauty.
The gentle rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, her fingers twitching ever so slightly in the telltale signs of deep, restful sleep.
As I watched Bella sleep, a pang struck my heart. I wanted nothing more than to let her remain in that moment forever, basking in the warmth of her presence and the peaceful silence that surrounded us.
But duty called, and I knew that she must be gone before Damon arrived.
My fingers traced a gentle path along Bella's shoulder, their soft touch a silent plea for her to awaken.
