When I woke, the first thing I felt was warmth.
Ciel's arms were wrapped tightly around me, his chest rising and falling gently beneath my cheek. His hold was protective, like even in sleep he couldn't let go.
I stirred slightly, blinking against the dim glow of morning light filtering through the curtain of falling water. My body ached, but the pain had dulled — a distant echo compared to what I remembered.
Slowly, I looked up at him.
His eyes opened, silver and soft with emotion. For a moment, he just stared — as if making sure I was real.
Then his voice, hoarse with relief:
"I'm so glad you're okay… my love."
Before I could answer, he leaned in and kissed me.
His lips were warm, trembling slightly as they pressed against mine. Then deeper. His tongue moved with gentle desperation, swirling against mine, drawing me in, pulling me closer.
