The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the bedroom in gentle golden hues.
Stan woke first, still spooned tightly behind Sophie, his arm draped over her waist and his face nestled in her hair. She stirred moments later, letting out a sleepy, contented hum as she pressed back against him.
"Good morning, my love," Stan whispered, kissing the back of her neck tenderly. His hand gave her breast one last affectionate squeeze before sliding up to hold her closer.
Sophie turned in his arms to face him, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Good morning, handsome. Waking up like this… with you still holding me… I could get used to this every single day."
They shared a slow, lazy kiss, full of morning affection. After a few peaceful minutes of cuddling and soft whispers about how perfect the night had been, Stan gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.
