Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains in long golden streaks, painting Selene's bedroom in warm hues. For the first time in what felt like forever, she woke without anxiety squeezing her chest.The events of the past weeks felt distant now. Not gone, but quieter.Beside her, Kyle was still asleep.Selene turned slightly, studying his face. Even relaxed, there was something strong about him. The stubborn set of his jaw. The faint scar near his eyebrow. The way he seemed larger than the bed itself.A smile tugged at her lips.Carefully, she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.Kyle's eyelids fluttered, "This," he muttered sleepily, "is always a nice thing to wake up to."Selene laughed.Kyle opened one eye, "Morning, sweetie." he greeted.Selene rolled her eyes, but the smile remained, "Morning".Kyle stretched experimentally,"Hah! Now that was a night." Selene smiled, remembering the wildness of the night, "I know, right?
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