Eva

I woke up after a refreshing thirty-minute nap, feeling rejuvenated. As I looked around, my gaze fell upon Lorenzo, sleeping peacefully beside me. His gentle snores and tranquil expression filled my heart with joy.

Watching him sleep so peacefully, despite his insomnia, was a rare and cherished sight that filled my heart with warmth.

My fingertips traced the contours of his face, lingering on every captivating feature – his soft, tousled hair, his gently closed eyes, and the subtle curve of his lips. Each detail painted a portrait of the man I loved, holding me spellbound in the quiet stillness of the moment.

Without warning, Lorenzo's body began to...