I love you

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I stretched lazily under the covers, my body pleasantly sore, a warm ache that reminded me of the night before.

Memories came flooding back—the way Zaya's touch had ignited something deep inside me, the way her lips had felt against mine, the way she had whispered my name like it was the only thing that mattered.

It had been so long since I'd felt that close to her, so connected. Last night had been more than just physical; it had been a moment of vulnerability, of healing, of rediscovering each other in a way I hadn't thought possible.

I smiled to myself, my cheeks flushing as I replayed it all in my head. I'd missed her so much, in ways I couldn't put into words, and now it felt like a part of me that had been missing was finally whole again.