The morning light painted the bedroom in soft golds and warm oranges. Saint lay awake, propped on one elbow, watching Joshua sleep. His dark hair was messy against the pillow, lips slightly parted, one arm thrown possessively across Saint’s waist even in dreams. After everything—the secret nights, the jealousy, the doubts, the choosing—they had finally arrived here. Together. Openly.
Saint traced a gentle finger along Joshua’s jaw, down his neck, over the faint marks he’d left the night before. Joshua stirred, humming contentedly as his eyes fluttered open.
“Creeping on me again?” Joshua teased, voice husky with sleep. A slow smile spread across his face.
“Can’t help it,” Saint replied, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss started soft but quickly deepened, tongues sliding together, hands r
