The curtains admitted a pale slice of morning light, the kind that gilded the room without harshness.
Felix stirred first, stretching lazily, his hand brushing across Matteo's chest as if to confirm he was still there.
"Awake already?" Matteo's voice was rough with sleep, but his arm tightened instinctively around Felix's waist.
Felix shifted closer, burying his face against the warmth of his shoulder. "Not really. Just testing to see if you'd hold me back."
A smile touched Matteo's lips. "And if I hadn't?"
Felix tilted his head, eyes half-lidded, a smirk playing on his mouth. "Then I'd know you're not the man I thought you were."
A soft laugh escaped Matteo, his fingers tracing idle lines down Felix's spine. "A dangerous way to start the morning—interrogating me before coffee."
"I like dangerous." Felix yawned, his voice muffled against Matteo's chest. "Especially when it means I don't have to let go yet."
