#MORNING#

#5:43AM#

DONOVAN'S POINT OF VIEW

I found myself captivated, staring at her serene beauty as she lay peacefully asleep in the soft morning light filtering through the window. The sight of her face, relaxed and calm, brought an involuntary smile to my lips, one that radiated warmth and affection.

There was something undeniably enchanting about the way she looked in her slumber—her features perfectly softened by the gentle shadows cast on her cheeks, and her long eyelashes brushing delicately against the smoothness of her skin.

How could anyone appear so breathtakingly beautiful even with her eyes gently closed? My fingers itched with the desire to reach out and trace...