As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden glow, Angela stirred, feeling a shift in Edmund's breathing. Her cheek was pressed against Edmund's chest, his heartbeat a steady, soothing rhythm beneath her ear.
She felt his fingers tracing lazy circles along her spine, now moved with a more deliberate intent, a quiet intimacy that sent a shiver through her. The warmth of his skin against hers was an anchor, tethering her in a moment that felt far removed from the storm raging in her life. His touch was no longer soothing but igniting, awakening every nerve in her body.
"Edmund," she whispered.
"You're awake," he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep. His lips brushed against her temple, lingering there for a beat longer than necessary.