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As the soft morning light pours in through the window, illuminating the contours of Logan's naked torso, I find myself captivated by the peaceful expression on his sleeping features. His chest rises and falls rhythmically with each breath, the sight filling me with warmth.
The past ten days in our cozy cottage have been a blur of shared laughter, whispered secrets, lingering touches, and stolen moments of toe-curling intimacy. And yet, there is something magical about waking up next to my beloved each morning. There are times when I find myself rousing before him, and then there are times when it's the other way around. But regardless of who stirs first, neither of us makes a move to leave the bed until we're both awake.
I reach out to brush a stray silvery lock of hair from his forehead, my fingertips remain on his skin as if reluctant to part. His arms securing me against his frame are where home is, a safe haven in a world filled with uncertainty. But even as I revel in the warmth of his presence, there's a part of me that can't shake the feeling of fragility that hangs in the air. It's as if this happiness we've found together is too precious, too delicate to last.
Determined to preserve this moment for eternity, I reach for my phone on the nightstand. Holding the device high, I aim the camera lens at the male, framing his sleeping form barely covered by the blanket. And then—unable to resist the urge—I lean in and press a tender kiss to his cheek, the touch of my lips warm against his skin. With a soft click, I capture the image, immortalizing us in time.
When I pull back, I find a soft curl playing on Logan's lips though his breathing and heartbeats remain steady. Butterflies claim my lower abdomen as their personal playground while a sense of contentment washes over me. My kiss made him smile in his sleep.
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Seated on the soft soil, I lean back against the sturdy trunk of a towering tree, craning my neck to gaze up at the canopy above. The sunlight filters through the leaves, projecting patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor below. The air is alive with the chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.
Lost in the tranquility of nature, I barely register the approaching footsteps until they draw near, and I lower my gaze from the treetops to the silver-haired man standing right before me. His presence brings a warm smile to my lips, and I tilt my head in silent greeting.
"Are you okay?", he inquires, raising an eyebrow in mild concern.
"Couldn't be better.", I reply, my voice filled with genuine satisfaction. "It's amazing living out here, surrounded by all this beauty."
Logan hums, a faint smile gracing his visage as he takes in the sight before him. "It is indeed a good spot.", he acknowledges, his voice tinged with approval. "Quite spacious."
"I know, right?", I grin and nod enthusiastically, excitement bubbling up inside me. "The contractor mentioned that the human society is in the process of expanding this forest."
"Yeah, and I can set up our training area right here. It's just behind the cottage.", the hunter suggests, gesturing to the clearing around me. "You can practice with your crossbow. We just need to find the perfect tree to make our target...", his words trails off as he eyes the tree I'm leaning against.
My brows shoot up, and I quickly interject, "Not this tree! I love sitting under it. The bolts would wreck its trunk in no time!" I've spent plenty of hours relaxing beneath its branches, enjoying its sheltering embrace. The idea of turning it into a target feels like a betrayal, and I can't bear the thought of it.
