Luna’s choice: A battle of love
I snuggle closer, feeling his love and acceptance envelop me like a shield.
As the sun rises, casting a golden glow through the windows, Michael stirs, his eyes fluttering open. Our gazes meet, and we share a soft, tender smile.
"Good morning, my love," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion.
My heart skips a beat at his words, and I feel a flutter in my chest. "Good morning," I reply, my voice barely audible.
We lie there for a moment, basking in each other's warmth, our love and connection palpable. Then, Michael gently disentangles himself, his eyes never leaving mine.
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