The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the sheets. I stretched, my limbs still tangled with Joonseo's warmth beside me. For a moment, I just lay there listening to his breathing, soft and steady, almost in rhythm with the thumping in my chest. It was strange, waking up and not feeling the old weight of loneliness pressing down on me. Strange, but beautiful.
He stirred slightly, brushing his hand against my waist, pulling me closer. His eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with a sleepy tenderness that made me blush instantly.
"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky.
I laughed softly, hiding my face in his chest. "Don't say things like that first thing in the morning. My heart can't handle it."
He tilted my chin up with one finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Your heart better get used to it. Because I'm never going to stop."
