The soft morning light spread across the room like a warm embrace from nature itself. It bathed the walls and the bed in a golden hue, illuminating the little details of the space: the old clock on the bedside table, the plants by the windows reaching for the sunlight.

Still wrapped in the soft blanket, you began to wake, a sense of well-being enveloping your senses. The fresh morning air, mingling with Aubrey’s subtle scent, filled the room. Before you fully realized it, you were already being held tightly, a comforting pressure against your back that made you smile even before you opened your eyes.

“Happy birthday, love,” Aubrey murmured softly, her voice like a shared secret between the two of you. The sound of her voice, still laced with sleep, was soothing, and the delicate touch of her lips against your skin conveyed infinite tenderness.

Gentle kisses began to trail along your neck, near your hairline, slowly moving down toward your collarbone, each one filled with the same warmth. She explored every inch of your skin with a kindness that made your heart beat faster, as if each kiss was a silent gift, a celebration of the love you shared.

You turned your face to meet her eyes, smiling with that quiet happiness—the kind that doesn’t need words. Aubrey was there, perfectly in tune with you, her gaze full of care and admiration. “I love you so much,” she said, her voice now steadier but still brimming with affection. Her eyes sparkled in a way that only the purest love could evoke.