Light filtered softly through the gaps in the curtain when I opened my eyes. The first sensation was warmth — not the sun's warmth, but the warmth of the body beside me. Miguel's calm, deep breathing filled the silent space between us. My face was pressed against his chest, and his arms still wrapped around me as if he feared losing me during the night.
I smiled without meaning to.
It wasn't a dream. I was really here. With him. In his bed.
Last night felt like a movie I wanted to watch in slow motion. From the restaurant, the touch of hands, the glances that lasted longer than expected… to the kiss. To the surrender. The way he looked at me — as if he saw me completely. As if he wanted to keep every piece of me.
I ran my fingertips over the skin of his arm, feeling the fine hairs rise
