[Hampstead}
The sun pushed faintly through the curtains, streaking soft light across the bedroom as Olivia stirred from under the sheets.
Her hair was tangled from sleep, the sort of messy that still somehow looked perfect, as she rubbed her eyes and sat upright with a soft groan.
Izan, who had been sitting casually at the edge of the bed, watching her wake up, leaned in with a grin.
"Let's go on a date," he said simply, the words rolling off his tongue with that mischievous ease that always managed to catch her off guard.
Olivia blinked at him, still heavy with sleep.
"Good morning," she murmured first, her voice scratchy, ignoring his suggestion for the moment.
She lifted her hands and ruffled her hair, as though trying to push away the cobwebs of sleep.
Then, without warning, she swung her legs over and straddled his lap, her arms draping loosely over his neck.
She pulled him close, brushing her lips against his in a slow, lazy kiss.
