Caspian
The water lapped softly against my skin as I leaned back against the cool curve of the bathtub, my arms resting lazily on the edges. Ava sat in front of me, her back against my chest, her legs tucked neatly between mine. The soft glow of the bathroom light made the moment feel even more surreal — like time itself had slowed down just for us.
I tilted my head, squinting toward the small window above the tub. A faint darkness still cloaked the sky.
"Wait a minute," I muttered, narrowing my eyes. "It’s not even morning yet."
Ava let out a soft laugh, the sound like a sweet ripple against the silence. "Yes, it isn’t," she replied with a teasing tone.
I gave a small grunt, rubbing my hand over my face. "You thought it was morning, didn’t you?" she added, a hint of amusement dancing
