Ezra woke first.
The golden light of dawn poured through the half-open curtains, casting soft stripes across her sleeping face. Her hair was tousled, strands clinging to her cheek, and she appeared completely peaceful.
He remained still, studying her. The slope of her nose, the curve of her lips—all of it captivated him. Last night replayed vividly in his mind—her laughter under the stars, the way her fingers brushed his when she passed him a grape, the surprise and delight on her face when he kissed her mid-sentence.
"Stop staring," she mumbled sleepily, eyes still shut.
He chuckled softly, his voice low but firm. "Can't help it."
Evie cracked one eye open and blinked. "Is this what being your girlfriend means? You wake up and just loom over me like some Greek statue?"
Ezra smirked. "Greek statue? I'll take that as a compliment."
"Annoying," she corrected, turning to bury her face in the pillow.
