Clara
I wake up slowly… as if my body doesn't want to leave the place it's in.
I don't open my eyes immediately; first, I feel the warmth. The soft sheets tangled between my legs… and then… him. Ethan.
He's facing away from me, his breathing deep, slow… calm. As if nothing else in the world exists but this moment. And for a second… I just observe him… Naked, so real, so mine…
My eyes travel slowly down his back, as if I were discovering it for the first time… though I'm not. Even so, there's something different now. Something deeper. The lines of his shoulders… the way his back rises and falls with each breath… the morning light streaming through the window and casting soft shadows on his skin. He's beautiful… Not just physically, he's… him. And that's what I love most.
I move a
