The Next Morning
The first golden light of morning filtered through the gauzy curtains. Seagulls called outside as the waves rolled in rhythmically onto the shore. Sabrina stirred slowly, her limbs still wrapped with his, the scent of salt and skin clinging to the sheets.
Brace was awake before her, brushing his fingers through her hair, admiring the peace on her face.
When her eyes fluttered open, she blinked at him. “Good morning.”
“Best morning,” he said with a smile.
She stretched and sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. “I didn’t dream that, did I?”
He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “Not unless we shared the same one.”
They stayed like that a little while longer, savoring the warmth of the bed, the silence between them comfortable now, nothing more to hide, nothing m
