The morning light spills through the Kent Farmhouse window, as you wake up, you feel the comforting warmth of Jon’s arm around you. For a moment, you just lie there, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Jon’s eyes open slowly, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he looks down at you. His expression is confident, almost smug, as if he’s exactly where he wants to be.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he says, his voice smooth and low. He doesn’t seem in any rush to move away, instead pulling you a little closer, his arm tightening around you.

He grins, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not complaining about waking up like this. You, on the other hand—how about you? Sleep well?”

You feel the warmth of his gaze, his confidence making the air between you two thick with unspoken affection.