Hannah
Golden sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the blankets. I stretched languidly and rolled over, already smiling contentedly as consciousness returned and the memories of last night floated back in—even sweeter than the sweet dreams I’d had all night.
Noah’s arms were still wrapped around me, warm and comforting. He tugged me closer as I turned to face him, and I opened my eyes to find those green eyes smiling down at me.
He was still here. He hadn’t slipped out of bed, hadn’t left me. I almost pinched myself to see if it was real.
“Morning,” he murmured with a lazy smile. His voice was deep and gravelly from sleep, and the sound of it felt like velvet-covered fingers gently stroking at the inside of my mind.
I leaned into him, revel
