The soft morning light flooded into the room, filtering through the heavy curtains, tinging the scene with a golden hue. Strax woke up to the sensation of weight on his body, but it wasn't the usual weight of the bed. Something was different. Something was... warm.
He blinked slowly, feeling the gentle pressure against his chest and waist. His eyes, still a little blurry, finally focused. What he saw made his heart race.
Samira was lying partially on her head resting on his chest completely naked, her orange hair spread across her skin. She was sound asleep, a serene expression that contrasted with the storm of emotions she had shown earlier. Her body was leaning against his, her chin resting on his chest, and he could feel the warmth of her skin against his.
