Lena's Pov
The next morning , the room smelled like fresh coffee, and Noah’s skin was warm against mine. Our apartment still had a few boxes stacked in the corner, but the walls already carried my watercolors next to his charcoal sketches. Everything felt ours.
Noah kissed the spot between my shoulder blades softly and pulled me closer. “Good morning, wife-to-be,” he whispered playfully, remembering the rings we picked out yesterday.
I rolled over and smiled sleepily. “Good morning, future husband,” I answered, brushing a kiss over the stubble on his chin that I loved. “You made coffee already, I can smell it.”
He grinned and brushed hair from my face gently. “Wanted you to wake up spoiled,” he said lowly. “We’ve got exactly zero plans today. Our first full weekend in our place with n
