Sunlight slipped through the half-closed curtains of Ethan's bedroom, painting soft golden lines across the white sheets. The clock on the nightstand read just past eight, but neither Alex nor Ethan wanted to move. They lay tangled together...Alex on his back, one arm under his head, the other wrapped tight around Ethan's shoulders. Ethan rested his head on Alex's chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart. The air smelled like sleep, coffee from the kitchen, and the faint trace of their bodies from the night before.
Ethan lifted his head first, blue eyes soft and sleepy. He smiled small when he saw Alex watching him.
"Morning," Ethan whispered.
Alex's voice came out low and rough. "Morning, beautiful."
