|Theodore|
I watched as strands of Carmella’s hair slipped through my fingers. I’d been playing with it absentmindedly for a while now, having nothing else to do after spending what felt like hours watching her sleep so peacefully. Her calm, steady breaths filled the room, grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
I had thought about getting up, maybe cooking something for us or heading out to grab breakfast. But the thought of leaving the warmth of the bed–leaving her side–felt unappealing. So instead, I decided to order room service and stay here a little longer, savoring the moment.
Picking up a few strands of her hair, I twirled them gently between my fingers. The movement was slow, deliberate. I didn’t want to disturb her sleep, though it seemed I inadvertently did. Her eye
