Morning PeaceThe morning sun filtered softly through the gauzy white curtains, casting a golden hue across the spacious bedroom. The warmth crept across the bed like a whisper, touching Zara’s cheek before she stirred beneath the soft ivory sheets.She shifted slightly, her brow furrowing, then relaxing again as her hand brushed against warmth — his warmth.Regan.His arm was still around her, possessive yet gentle, his chest rising and falling behind her in a steady, comforting rhythm. She could feel his breath against the curve of her neck, not asleep but silent — watchful.Zara’s lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, she just lay there, letting herself feel. The stillness. The safety. The fact that she wasn’t waking up in chaos or fear, but in peace. Something she hadn’t known in what felt like years.She turned slowly, eyes meeting his. He was already awake, eyes on her, soft and unguarded.“Good morning,” he whispered, voice thick with affection.“Morning,” she murmured back,
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