Waking up in his arms

As the first rays of the soft morning sun filtered through the half-open window, Eve stirred slightly, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep.

The air in the room was cool, but beneath the shared blanket, she felt a comfortable warmth, a kind of safety she hadn't realized she craved. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, feeling the weight of her body resting against something firm and solid.

Her mind, still foggy from sleep, took a moment to process the scene before her. The familiar scent of cedarwood and something distinctly lingered in the air, and as her eyes adjusted to the morning light, she realized where she was.

She was curled up against Victor's chest and her breath caught in her throat. His strong arm was loosely draped around her as if he had fallen asleep that way without intending to.