The sun peeked through the heavy curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the bedroom. The air was still, save for the faint chirping of birds outside the window.
Lucy stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to the warmth of the sunlight. For a moment, she lay still, her hand resting on Tom's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
Tom lay on his back, one arm draped protectively around her, the other stretched over his head. His features were soft, unguarded in sleep, and Lucy couldn't help but smile as she studied him. The events of the night before felt like a dream, but the ring on her finger sparkled, a visible reminder of the promise they'd made.
She lay still right there as her thoughts floated back to the first morning she had woken up on his bed, right there in this same bedroom.