Elara woke to the familiar sound of soft rain tapping against the window, the comforting warmth of Amara beside her. She smiled to herself, shifting slightly so she could glance at Amara's still-sleeping form. How had this happened? Just yesterday, they were two awkward, bickering messes. And now? Now they were sharing a bed, and not in the way she ever expected.
Stretching lazily, Elara allowed herself a moment of peace, basking in the quiet that came with mornings like this. The rain, the warmth, the soft breathing of someone she… cared about. It was weird, and yet, it wasn't. Somehow, being with Amara felt right. It shouldn't. But it did.
"Are you staring at me?" Amara's groggy voice cut through the silence, her eyes still closed but a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
Elara grinned, not even bothering to deny it. "Maybe I am. Why? Getting self-conscious?"
