(Roseian Lilliana St. Clair’s Point-of-View)

The atmosphere created inside the hotel room was soothing.I was gazing at the window, which had a ray of sunlight shining through it. When the wind entered the room, the white curtain was beautifully fluttering in the breeze.

Our bare bodies were encased in a thick blanket under the bed sheets. His soft snoring caught my attention, and I remained fixed on him. I kissed the bridge of his nose to wake him up, and my thumb was caressing the bottom of his lower lip.

His eyes opened slowly and fluttered open. He glanced at me and smiled, but it was a drowsy grin.

“Morning,...