The soft morning light seeps through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. The world outside is beginning to stir, but inside, everything is still warm and quiet. You wake up slowly, your head nestled against Taylor’s chest, her arms still wrapped tightly around you. Her steady heartbeat is soothing, and for a moment, you let yourself stay there, safe in her warmth.

But eventually, you stir, shifting just enough to glance at the clock on the bedside table. You have things to do, places to be, but as you start to sit up, Taylor tightens her hold on you, pulling you back into her embrace.

“Don't go yet...” she murmurs, her voice still soft and sleepy.