The next morning, soft golden sunlight spilled through the shear curtains, casting a warm, honeyed glow across the master bedroom. Jillyanna had been awake for a while, lying quietly under the plush duvet, enjoying the serene atmosphere. To her pleasant surprise, Travis was still fast asleep beside her. Usually, it was Travis who woke up at the break of dawn, already dressed and managing operations before she even opened her eyes.
Knowing how tirelessly he had been working ever since they began living together—juggling base logistics, her security, and the endless web of threats surrounding them—she decided to let him rest. She shifted slightly, turning on her side to watch his sleeping face. Unburdened by the heavy tactical responsibilities he carried every waking hour, he looked soft, unguarded, and remarkably harmless.
How did we even end up together? she wondered silently, staring at the strong line of his jaw. I honestly can't remember the early days at all.
