It's finally morning but the two lovers lie tangled beneath the quilt, their bodies pressed close, skin still echoing with the memories of the night before.
Lumina slept on his chest, soft breaths warming his skin, her fingers curled around his ribs like she feared he might drift away.
Ashen didn't move a muscle, he didn't want to lose the weight of her against him. His hands rested around her waist, protective and possessive all at once, and his eyes already open lingered on her face.
He had kissed her so many times through the night he had lost count, yet somehow, he still wasn't satisfied.
Every curve of her body made him still want her, every sound she made had burned itself into him, and even now, watching her sleep gave him a sweetness he didn't know he could feel.
Just as footsteps approached from outside the room, his arms tightened instinctively around her.
