The quiet hum of the morning is the first thing you notice as you wake, the soft glow of the sunlight filtering through the curtains. You’re lying comfortably in Robb’s arms, your body tucked close to his, the warmth of his chest rising and falling with each breath. The night had been filled with laughter, whispered conversations, and the kind of quiet intimacy that felt like time had slowed down just for the two of you. Now, the only thing that remains is the gentle peace of the moment.

You stir slightly, your face buried against his chest, feeling his warmth surrounding you. Robb shifts, his movements slow and tender, and you feel his lips brush against your forehead, sending a warm shiver down your spine.

“Morning, love.” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You lift your head slowly, meeting his gaze. His eyes are heavy, still half-lidded, but there’s a depth to them that makes your heart race. You smile softly, feeling the flutter in your chest that you always get when he looks at you like this.