Sophie's POVI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, the warmth of Mikel's arm wrapped around me, his chest pressed against my back. For a moment, I lay still, afraid that if I moved, the dream would shatter.But it wasn't a dream. It was real. I was in Mikel's bed, in Mikel's arms, and the night before had been everything I had ever wanted.I turned slowly, my eyes tracing the lines of his face. He was still asleep, his expression peaceful, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks. He looked younger in sleep, softer, the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders.I reached out, my fingers brushing against his cheek. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open."Morning," I whispered, a smile spreading across my face.He smiled back, his golden eyes warm with affection. "Morning, beautiful."I felt my cheeks flush. "I'm not beautiful. I just woke up.""You're always beautiful," he said, pulling me closer. "Especially in the morning."I laughed, the soun
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