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“Stay,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

He laughed, a real, unguarded sound. And as he rolled out of bed to find the coffee, Gianna pulled the sheet up to her chin and watched him go. x art gianna morning tryst

His voice was a low rumble, thick with sleep. She didn’t turn around. “Stay,” he said

He kissed her. It wasn’t hungry like last night. It was deep and slow, like the tide coming in. His thumb traced her collarbone. Her fingers threaded through his hair. The world was just this: skin on skin, the sound of the sea, and a morning that felt like it belonged only to them. the sound of the sea