The sun slipped through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting a soft line of gold across the room, though the space still remained dim enough to tempt anyone back to sleep. That was exactly what Isabella wanted. The moment she woke, she became aware of the warmth around her—the sheets, the heavy blanket, and most of all, Liam’s arms securely wrapped around her waist. He had come home late from the studio the night before, exhausted. He’d barely managed to press a sleepy kiss to her forehead before heading to the shower and collapsing into bed, falling asleep just as quickly as she had. Mornings like this were rare for them; both were always rushing, always busy, so these quiet minutes together felt almost sacred. Isabella lifted her small, delicate hands to his arms, tracing slow, affectionate lines over his skin. The moment her touch reached him, Liam shivered—barely, but enough—and instinctively pulled her closer, revealing that he was awake. Well… awake enough.