Alexander’s POV Morning came softly, filtered through sheer curtains and the steady rhythm of the ocean beyond the glass. I woke before Jasmine, as I often did, my arm draped possessively over her waist, her back pressed to my chest like she belonged there which she did. Every slow breath she took grounded me, reminded me that this wasn’t a dream I’d wake up from. She shifted, murmuring something incoherent, her fingers curling around my wrist as if even in sleep she knew where I was. That simple gesture did something dangerous to my control. I brushed my lips along her shoulder, slow, unhurried, not trying to wake her yet. Her skin was warm, soft, familiar in a way that still felt unreal. Wife. The word settled deep in my chest, heavy and satisfying. “Alexander…” she whispered, half-asleep. I smiled against her skin. “Morning,” I murmured. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then sharpening as she realized where she was who she was with. A lazy smile curved her lips.
Last Updated : 2026-01-09
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