The soft morning light streamed through the half-open curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stood in front of the mirror, pulling a simple shirt over your head, the fabric soft against your skin. You adjusted it slightly, making sure it sat just right, before reaching for the pair of jeans folded neatly on the bed.

Lance was perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you. There was something about the way he watched you, a quiet intensity that made you feel warm inside, like you were the only person in the world. He hadn’t said much since you started getting ready, just observing, a small smile playing on his lips.

As you buttoned the jeans, you glanced at him through the mirror. “Is everything okay?” you asked, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Lance’s eyes met yours in the reflection. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice soft, almost contemplative. “Just… watching you.”

You chuckled, giving the jeans one last tug before turning around to face him. “Watching me, huh? Is it that entertaining?”

He stood up, crossing the room in a few easy strides until he was standing behind you. His hands found your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt as he pulled you closer, his chest pressing against your back. The familiar scent of his cologne filled the air, comforting and grounding.

“More like mesmerizing,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the top of your ear. You could feel the warmth of his breath, sending a shiver down your spine.