The sunlight of the next morning filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long, golden strips across the bed. Lily woke up slowly, the feeling of a heavy arm draped across her waist grounding her. She shifted, feeling the softness of the sheets and the warmth of Dorian’s body behind her.
He was already awake, his breath steady against her shoulder.
Good morning, he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
Lily turned in his arms, blinking up at him.
Good morning.
He smiled, a soft, genuine expression that she hadn't seen the night before. He kissed the tip of her nose.
How do you feel?
Like I've been hit by a very handsome truck, she joked, leaning her head against his chest.
Dorian laughed, the sound low and rumbling.
I'll take that as a compliment.
They lay in silence for a
