Naomi's pov

The morning light bled gold across the bedroom walls, wrapping us in a warm, honeyed glow that made everything feel timeless. I lay there, the sheet twisted around my bare legs, watching the way it painted shadows on Raymond's skin.

His chest rose and fell in deep, unhurried breaths, peaceful in sleep, and absolutely beautiful.

Last night had been... intense. Slow, passionate, deliberate. One of those moments when time itself seemed to stretch, where every breath, every ...