The soft morning light began to sneak through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains of the bedroom, cutting through the dimness and drawing golden strands in the air.
I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the welcoming weight of the soft mattress and the gentle scent of lavender that permeated the linen sheets.
Beside me, Rebeca rested in a peaceful sleep, her face relaxed and her blonde strands scattered in a beautiful mess across the pillow.
I approached silently, sliding my hand along her bare shoulder up to the curve of her neck. I leaned in and sealed my lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
Rebeca let out a quiet sigh against my mouth, her lashes fluttering until her bright blue eyes slowly opened.
A lazy, genuine smile bloomed on her face the moment she looked at me.
"Good morning…" she murmured, her voice slightly hoarse from just waking up, as she raised her arms to wrap around my neck. "Did you sleep well?"
