Fara woke up slowly, wrapped in a warmth that came not only from the sheets. For a few seconds, she didn't move, as if she feared breaking the moment, as if any gesture could make what she had experienced the night before vanish.
Then she felt it.
The gentle weight of Uzziel's arm around her waist. His calm and steady breathing brushed against her skin.
She looked up.
And she kept watching him.
The morning light filtered through the window, casting soft shadows over his face. His brown hair lay messily on the pillow, giving him a younger, more vulnerable air. His long eyelashes cast small shadows on his cheeks, and his features... were a strange and perfect mix of delicacy and firmness.
Fara raised a hand carefully, as if she feared waking him, and gently brushed a lock of hair from
