(Ridge)
I woke before Mira and stayed still for a minute, watching the morning come through the window. The room was quiet except for her breathing beside me. She was turned toward me, one hand tucked under her cheek, the other resting over the blanket between us. The ring on her hand caught a little of the light.
I reached for my phone on the side table and took a picture before she moved, then another when she frowned in her sleep like she already knew I was doing something she would complain about later.
She opened her eyes a second after that.
“Are you taking pictures of me?”
“Yeah.”
“I just woke up.”
“I know.”
“That’s rude.”
“You still look good.”
She stared at me for a second, then smiled despite herself.
“You’re impossible.”
“You said yes anyway.”
She rolled onto her ba
