It was already afternoon when Arthur finally stirred awake. As he opened his eyes, he saw Lily still sleeping soundly beside him. Smiling to himself, he brushed a gentle kiss on her cheek before quietly slipping out of bed.
A little later, Lily's eyes fluttered open. Gazing up at the familiar ceiling, memories of the previous night washed over her—the unforgettable closeness she had shared with him. Though she had intended to give him an unforgettable gift, in the end, she was the one left breathless, taken far beyond her own limits.
Glancing at the bed, her eyes fell upon a small bloodstain, a symbol of the night they'd shared. Without hesitation, she took a small fruit knife from the bedside table, carefully cutting out the piece of fabric. She wanted to keep it as a memento of their shared moment, caring little for the missing piece in Arthur's bed sheet.
