Elena woke to the sound of waves rolling against the shore and the faint cry of seagulls circling overhead. The beach house bedroom was flooded with soft morning light, the kind that slips through thin curtains and makes everything feel gentle and new. She lay on her side, the sheet tangled around her legs, Alexander’s arm heavy across her waist. His breath was slow and warm against the back of her neck. She didn’t move right away. Just let herself feel it: the rise and fall of his chest against her back, the solid weight of his body curled protectively around hers, the quiet certainty that this was real.She shifted carefully, turned in his arms until she faced him. His face was relaxed in sleep, the sharp lines of worry that had lived there for months finally gone. She traced his jaw with one fingertip, light enough not to wake him, feeling the faint stubble under her touch. He stirred anyway, eyes fluttering open, finding hers immediately.“Morning, wife,” he said, voice rough with
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