As Leon closed his eyes, Laiva shifted beside him. She reached out, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling him close under the blanket.
...
Morning arrived softly, pale sunlight streaming through the curtains and bathing the room in a gentle glow. Leon stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Laiva's arms were still draped around him, her body warm and snug against his. He exhaled slowly, careful not to disturb her as he untangled himself from her embrace.
Swinging his legs off the bed, he reached for his shirt on the nearby chair. Just as he was about to slip it on, a soft, sleepy voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Leaving already?" Laiva murmured, her words thick with drowsiness. She propped herself up on one elbow, her hair tousled in a way that only added to her charm.
"I've got some things to take care of," Leon replied, buttoning his shirt and running a hand through his messy hair.