Jinman's POV
The first rays of dawn filtered gently through the tall glass windows of our hotel suite, spilling golden warmth across the tangled sheets and the soft curve of her bare back. For a moment, I just watched her—Eva—breathing quietly in sleep, strands of her hair splayed across the pillow, lips slightly parted, her body curled toward mine like she already knew I'd never want to be anywhere else.
Something about mornings with her… it felt sacred.
I reached out, letting my fingers trace down her spine slowly, reverently. She stirred but didn't open her eyes yet. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, silk over fire. I leaned in, pressing my lips to her shoulder, then her neck, savoring the way her breath caught.
"Mm…" she hummed softly, a smile beginning to play on her lips before her eyes fluttered open. "You're already awake?"
"I didn't want to miss a single second of this," I whispered against her skin, voice still rough with sleep and want.
