Morning light glows against my eyelids. I stir slowly, consciousness seeping in through layers of warm, perfect comfort. My face is resting on something wonderfully soft and warm. My hand is curled around it, too. I give a gentle squeeze. So soft. So incredibly comfortable. I nuzzle closer, trying to burrow into this haven.
Then I feel it. A steady, rhythmic thump-thump beneath my cheek.
Deniz.
My eyes fly open.
The first thing I see is Deniz's beautiful face, relaxed in peaceful sleep. My face is pillowed on his chest. My hand splayed over his heart. I freeze, not daring to breathe. Don't move.
Neon...
Don't you dare move and break this.
