Early morning sun peeks through the curtains as Marco runs his hands through Vicki's hair, completely absorbing her essence. Being in the moment to its fullest, taking in each and every curve, line, and even finding four gray hairs hidden in the midst of her red hair. He smiles in contentment.Vicki stirs as his fingers trace her temple, finding those silver strands. Her eyes flutter open, soft, unguarded in the early light. "You're staring." A smile plays at her lips. She doesn't move away. Marco's thumb catches one of those gray hairs, gentle reverence in the gesture. "Beautiful," he murmurs.She laughs a real sound, unfiltered. Reaches up to touch his jaw, stubbled and dark. The intimacy of morning is different than the fevered passion of the night. Rawer. No performance, no pretense.Upstairs, Val's already awake. He watches Zora sleep, cataloging the small details he'll never tire of, much like his friend. He finds beauty in the woman next to him. In the way her breath catches, h
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