The morning light softly filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The world outside seemed quiet, peaceful, as though it was holding its breath. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I simply lay there, my body still entwined with Ai's. The feeling of her warmth against me, her gentle breathing, and the softness of her curves all made it hard to believe that the night had come to an end.
I glanced down at Ai, still deep in sleep, her face serene and content. Her hair was slightly tousled from the night, a few strands falling across her forehead. She looked so peaceful, so innocent in her sleep, that my heart swelled with a deep sense of affection.
I couldn't help but admire her as she slept, her lips slightly parted, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. Everything about her felt right—her presence, her touch, the way she fit so perfectly in my arms.
