The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I woke to the sound of birds chirping faintly in the distance, my senses sharpening as reality settled in.
Beside me, Elara lay sprawled on the bed, her golden hair fanned out against the pillows, her bare shoulders rising and falling with each slow breath.
She was completely naked, her skin still flushed from the intimacy of the night before. I, on the other hand, was fully clothed, save for my jacket.
The contrast between us felt like a clear reflection of the boundaries I refused to let blur. Last night had been about her her needs, her vulnerability and nothing more. I had no interest in taking this further than it needed to go.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. The cool air greeted me as I stood, and I stretched briefly before heading to the bathroom.