The morning light peeked softly through the thick curtains as two figures lay cuddled peacefully on the bed. Lilia's breathing was slow and steady, her eyes still shut in slumber.
Zethan quietly watched her—something he did often, always memorizing his wife's face. She was just too beautiful. Lilia was now wearing an oversized shirt, clearly one of Zethan's. She shifted slightly, moving closer to him, and Zethan's lips curved into a gentle smile as he felt her leg drape over his.
His lips curved into a subtle smirk as he stared at her. If only she knew her legs were draped over him, she'd be blushing like a ripe tomato. The thought made him chuckle softly. His hands slid beneath her shirt, gently caressing her curvy waist. His touch moved there so naturally, so smoothly, as if it had always belonged.
And then, suddenly, Zethan shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep—knowing full well Lilia was about to wake.
