You're not getting away

The next morning, I awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Seraphina was still nestled against me, her breathing slow and even. I watched her for a moment, marveling at how peaceful she looked, before gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning," I whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"Good morning," she replied with a sleepy smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well," I said, my heart swelling with affection for her. "But we should probably get up. We have a lot to do today."

Reluctantly, we untangled ourselves and climbed out of bed. After a quick stretch, we headed to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of sleep. We took our time, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other, sharing quiet moments of intimacy.