The room is still and quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustling of sheets and the steady, peaceful rhythm of Evan’s breathing. As you begin to wake up, you feel his arm draped over you, pulling you closer as though he’s not ready to let go of the comfort of the moment.

Evan shifts slightly, his head nestled into the pillow beside you, his voice muffled but affectionate.

“Morning, babe,” he murmurs, his words slow and warm. His lips brush gently against your cheek, his breath soft against your skin. He seems like he’s still half in the dream world, but there’s no mistaking the tenderness in his touch.

He pauses, just holding you, his body relaxed and secure against yours. The world outside feels distant, and all that matters is the quiet space you share. “I don’t want to move today,” he says with a small laugh. “I could stay here forever.”

His fingers gently trace circles on your arm as he exhales a soft sigh. “You make waking up feel way too easy. It’s like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”