Hmmm...
The sound escapes me before I'm even awake—a slow, sleepy groan that seems to come from somewhere deep and content.
My lips curve into a smile before my eyes open, pulled by something I can't name.
Then I smell him.
Fresh red rose. Warm and intimate and everywhere. It's not just in the air—it's on my skin, in my hair, sinking into my lungs with every breath.
His scent, wrapped around me like a second blanket.
My smile deepens. I don't know why yet. I just know it feels right.
I open my eyes slowly. The light is soft, diffused through curtains.
It's morning.
And he's here.
Deniz.
His face is inches from mine, peaceful in sleep. His dark lashes rest against his cheeks in soft crescents. His lips are slightly parted, his breath warm and steady against my forehead.
One arm is wrapped around me, hand splayed on my waist, holding me close even in unconsciousness.
