Morning Bliss
The golden light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Naomi stirred slightly, her golden hair spilling across the pillow, her bare shoulder peeking from beneath the silky sheets. Adams lay beside her, watching her with a rare, quiet smile. His arms were still wrapped around her, holding her close as if she were the most precious thing in existence.
He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. A faint hum escaped her lips, but she didn't wake up. He chuckled softly before vanishing from the bed, reappearing near the doorway. Stretching lazily, he glanced around before making his way toward the kitchen.
The kitchen was modern, sleek, and filled with an elegant warmth. Adams stood at the center, rolling up his sleeves as he eyed the appliances. "This time, I should get it done myself," he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips.