Warm sunlight spilled gently through the thin curtains, filling the small bedroom with soft golden light.
Nina groaned, her face scrunching into the pillow as she squinted against the brightness.
"Ugh…" The sound came out muffled against the fabric. "It's morning…"
She dragged the blanket higher over her shoulder, cocooning herself against the day's demands.
"I hate mornings," she muttered, her voice thick with sleep.
She tried to roll onto her stomach, but suddenly froze.
Something… was there. Something warm pressed against her side. Something small and breathing.
Her heart jolted, adrenaline spiking through her drowsiness.
Her eyes snapped open.
What the!
For half a second, pure panic shot through her veins. Had someone broken in? Was she in danger?
Then her eyes focused, and the fog of confusion lifted.
She saw him.
Ethan.
