Lucas woke before Elias. Not because of a nightmare. Not because of noise. Just naturally peacefully. He stayed still for a while, eyes half-open, letting the quiet breathe around him. Elias was asleep beside him, one arm sprawled across the blanket, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. There was something softer about the way Elias slept these days. Less restless. Less guarded. As if his body had finally learned to trust rest again. Lucas smiled faintly to himself. He didn’t move. Didn’t want to disturb him. Sometimes love meant letting the silence last. Elias finally stirred close to nine. By then, Lucas had already made toast, sliced strawberries, and poured tea. The radio played faintly in the background, soft static and a jazz tune drifting lazily across the room. Elias walked in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “You’re up early.” “Habit,” Lucas said, setting down the butter knife. “I like mornings now.” Elias smiled. “Because they have me in them?” Lucas lo
Última actualización : 2025-11-03 Leer más