The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room where Jayce found himself staring at you, his heart racing in quiet admiration. The events of the night before swirled in his mind like a lingering melody, the warmth of your body pressed against his. It felt almost surreal that just a few hours ago, he'd been lost in the depth of your eyes, a world away from reality.

"You look gorgeous," he murmured, awash in affection as he took in your sleepy expression. Your hair, tousled and framing your face, highlighted the gentle blush still lingering on your cheeks. It was as if the memory of his kisses had colored your skin, a beautiful reminder of the bond that had been forged.

With a tentative hand, he tilted your chin upward, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip as if to memorize its softness. You stirred, blinking sleepily, your lashes casting shadows over your cheeks.

"Jayce..." you murmured, your voice thick with sleep but sweet as honey. You wore an adorable frown, your eyes narrowing playfully as you tried to comprehend the affection displayed on his face.

"It's not my fault you have pretty lips," he teased, a grin emerging on his face. The simple confession tugged at a memory—a memory of how he had laughed nervously before leaning in closer to steal your first kiss. The way your lips melted against his, igniting a spark that flared into something vivid and unexplainable.