The Morning sunlight passed through the curtains, casting its gentle heat into the room. Ariel stirred under the covers as the soft bedsheet brushed the contour of her figure. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing Ariel saw was Jayden asleep beside her, supported by his elbow with his eyes fixed on her, a soft, little smile on his lips.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, the texture of his voice low and smooth.

Ariel slept heavily in her limbs but stirred and smiled up at him. “Good morning,” she whispered, her voice soft and husky.

Jayden just nodded and leaned in to brush a light kiss across her forehead....