Rosemary PoV
Saffron blushed as he grabbed my hand. His hand was warm in mine, his calloused fingers interlacing with my own as he led me to the living room.
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over everything, making our little sanctuary feel even more intimate. I could hear the faint scratch of colored pencils from Anis's room down the hall—our daughter lost in her secret project—and it filled me with a quiet joy knowing she was content.
We settled onto the couch, close enough that our thighs touched. Saffron pulled me gently against his side, his arm draping over my shoulders like it belonged there.
I shivered and rubbed my arm on the side facing away from him.
"Want me to make a fire? I can go get some wood from the shed."
I smiled softly at his thoughtfulness. "That would be nice, but you don't have to go out in this cold. We can cozy up under the blanket instead."
