(Sophia Reed – POV) I woke up to the gentle warmth of sunlight pouring into the room. The curtains were open enough for golden streaks to caress Ethan’s skin. I watched the way his shoulder curved, the rise and fall of his chest, steady and strong. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this safe, this whole, this… unbroken. He moved slightly, his arm pulling me closer into the warmth of his body. I could feel the heat of his skin, the beat of his heart against mine. My hair was tangled with his, my cheek resting against the warmth of his chest. The whole experience of waking up like this was like poetry—the quiet, the sunlight, the gentle rhythm of him breathing, and me just being there, with him. He stirred, his voice a murmur in his throat. “Bonjour, mon amour,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the side of my head. I turned my head, catching his gaze. Sleep-dulled eyes, dark and intense, and yet softened by his tenderness. My lips curved into a smile. “French now
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