Clara
I woke up enveloped in warmth, not from the blankets. From Ethan. He was asleep behind me, an arm around my waist, his gentle breath brushing the back of my neck.
There was something deeply intimate about waking up like this, about feeling held even before I fully opened my eyes. The previous night still lingered on my skin: his kisses on the mirror, the shower we shared. The way he looked at me, as if seeing me happy brought him peace.
I smiled to myself.
For a moment, I considered staying still so as not to break the spell, but my phone vibrated on the nightstand.
I opened one eye lazily; the screen lit up. I read the caller's name and whispered…
"Alexander…"
I frowned.
At this hour?
I carefully picked up my phone so as not to wake Ethan and got out of bed, barefoo
