Morning.
I woke up feeling… strangely refreshed, yet heavier than usual.
My body was sore in places I hadn't expected, but there was a pleasant warmth that lingered beneath the surface—like a gentle reminder of something intimate, something unforgettable.
The light of the sun seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
My vision was still hazy, but the scent of skin, sweat, and faint perfume clung to the air.
As my eyes adjusted, I blinked up at the familiar ceiling, and then—like a floodgate had been opened—the memories of last night returned in vivid, almost overwhelming clarity.
"…Right."
I turned my head to the side.
There they were.
Snow and Rose.
Sleeping soundly, beautifully, almost angelically beside me.
One on each side.
Their soft, steady breaths rose and fell as the thin bedsheets clung to their bare forms.
Their faces were relaxed, lips parted slightly as if still caught in the afterglow of everything we'd shared.
