Eshe awakens from her peaceful slumber, sun rays greeting her body as Damien lay awake beside her, watching her.
“The sun rises each morning to shine its glory on your beauty,” she smiles at his endearment, rolling on her side to bury her face in his chest and breathe in his scent. He pets her unkempt hair, nuzzling his chin into her locks.
“You’re so sweet you must’ve been born in a pot of honey,” she mumbles into the comfort of his chest, his beating heart confirming his existence.