Morning light slipped through the curtains. Olessia stirred, then stilled when she felt Kaive's arm firm around her waist, his warmth anchoring her to the bed, feeling his breath brushed her neck.
She closed her eyes, letting herself linger, just for a second. This was where she wanted to be... held, and be with Kiave.
She knew she needed to leave. There were other things she had to take care of today, and the thought alone made her chest feel tight. Today would be long, exhausting, and she could already feel it weighing on her.
She turned slightly, careful not to disturb Kaive. If he woke up now, he wouldn't let her leave the bed. His hold could be gentle, but it was firm if he wanted it to be. She paused, listening to his steady breathing, hoping it would stay that way long enough for her to escape.
