Sunday morning arrived with golden light spilling across the hotel room, soft and warm.
Luca woke slowly, aware of Noel's weight against him, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way their legs had tangled together during the night.
He didn't move, didn't want to disturb this perfect stillness.
Last full day in Japan.
The thought brought a bittersweet ache.
Tomorrow they'd fly home—back to reality, back to routines.
But for now, for today, Tokyo was still theirs.
Noel stirred, making a small sleepy sound.
His eyes opened slowly, unfocused, then he found Luca's face.
"Morning," he mumbled, voice rough and adorable.
"Morning." Luca pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well?"
"Mm. Best sleep all week." Noel burrowed closer. "What time is it?"
Luca glanced at his phone. "Almost nine."
"We should get up," Noel said, making no move to actually do so.
"Should we though?"
Noel laughed softly. "Yes. It's our last day. We should make the most of it."
