Sunlight filtered through the window, casting warm golden rays across the room. Satou's eyes opened slowly, his mind still pleasantly foggy from sleep. The first thing he became aware of was warmth, the comfortable warmth of another body pressed against his
Lyra.
She was still asleep, her face peaceful in a way he rarely saw during waking hours. Her hair was tousled, spread across the pillow, and she looked younger somehow, without the weight of responsibility creasing her brow.
Satou couldn't help but smile. Last night had been unexpected. Perfect, but unexpected. He'd gone into the date thinking it would be a pleasant evening to help Lyra relax. He hadn't anticipated how natural it would feel to be with her, how right it felt to hold her, to kiss her, to…
His smile widened at the memory.
