Ellen woke up the next morning with a smile still on her face. She stretched beneath the covers, feeling the warmth of the morning and the lingering happiness from the day before. Memories of her date with Mason came flooding back—the laughter, the aquarium, and… the kiss. She giggled softly, pulling her knees up to her chest as she replayed that moment over and over again in her mind.
The kiss...
Her heart still fluttered at the thought of Mason leaning in, the warmth of his hand on her cheek, the feel of his lips against hers. Ellen couldn't help but blush. She had never felt like this before. It was a light, amazing feeling she didn't know she needed.
She sighed contentedly, hugging her pillow close for a moment longer. "Ah," she whispered to herself, her voice barely above a breath, "it's beautiful."
