The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bedroom. Angela stirred beneath the sheets, her body instinctively seeking the warmth beside her, the weight of the previous day momentarily forgotten in the warmth of the bed and the steady rise and fall of Edmund's chest. Her hand brushed against Edmund's chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a comforting rhythm in the quiet room. She nestled closer to him, her fingers tracing light patterns across his bare skin.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she found him watching her, his dark gaze soft and intent. For a moment, the weight of the world outside their shared sanctuary didn't exist. There was only the man before her, his features bathed in the tender light of dawn.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.