A Lifted Day

The gentle warmth of Camille's breath on my chest remained as the knock sounded. It wasn't overly loud, but it was sufficient to disrupt the silence we had created together.

"Reynard? Camille?" Sienna's voice was dulled by the door, cheerful yet crucially soothing. "Lunch is ready."

Camille emitted a tired groan, her head moving gently against me. Her hair brushed against my chin, and I remained still, not wanting to move her away just yet.

"Camille," I whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Time to rise."

"Mmm," was all she could say, tightening her eyes more before eventually opening them, pupils adapting to the dim illumination of her studio. She blinked at me, her confusion transforming into a small, drowsy smile.

Then the door opened immediately.