She wakes to the sound of Jensen moving beside her, his arm hanging lazily over her waist. His warmth seeps into her skin, drawing her into the quiet intimacy of the morning. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts golden hues over her face, highlighting the stubble on his jaw, the very thing that’s been testing her patience for the past few weeks.

Because God, she loves kissing this man. It’s her favorite thing in the world. But that damn beard…

He shifts slightly, his nose brushing her cheek and tickling her, as always. He growls something incoherent, his voice still thick with sleep, and you can’t help but smile. He’s beautiful like this, unreservedly real.