I woke up to the soft, golden light of the morning filtering through the curtains, warming the room in gentle hues. My body felt heavy and blissfully sore, and the comforting weight of Michelle’s arm draped across my waist made me smile. Her steady breathing tickled the back of my neck as she stirred slightly, her body instinctively pressing closer against mine.
I turned my head, careful not to wake her, and took a moment to admire her. The way her golden brown hair fanned out against the pillow, the peaceful look on her face, and the way her lips curved into the faintest smile, even in sleep—it was all perfect. Too perfect.
The reality of last night hit me like a wave. My heart fluttered, a mix of happiness and nerves. What did this mean for us now? I had agreed to a relationship with h
