The morning light spilled through the curtain in soft golden threads, drifting across their bed like a quiet breeze. It brushed against their faces gently, nudging the world awake.
Artur's lashes fluttered, and he blinked slowly, adjusting to the soft glow. He stirred beneath the blanket, only to find a pair of eyes already watching him—quiet and dreamy.
Billy was propped slightly on one elbow, his cheek resting in his palm, staring at him with a warm, almost playful look.
"Morning," Artur mumbled, voice still low and smirky from sleep.
"Morning, babe," Billy replied, a soft smile dancing across his lips as he leaned forward and nuzzled their noses together.
Artur chuckled, his hand sliding beneath the sheets to rest on Billy's waist. "You're awfully sweet this morning."
"I'm always sweet," Billy said, drawing small circles on Artur's shoulder with his fingers. "You're just noticing because the light makes me look holy."
