L'AMOUR DE MA VIE

Ep 25: Morning

Karina's P.O.V

I woke to the soft morning light filtering through the blinds, casting gentle stripes across the room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I took in my surroundings. The room was filled with musical instruments, a guitar propped against one corner, a drum set in another. Posters of various bands adorned the walls, their vibrant colors and dynamic poses a testament to the passion for music that filled this space.

I heard a faint rustle beside me, and turning slightly, I saw Winter. She lay curled up next to me, her face serene, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her breaths. Strands of her hair were splayed across the pillow, catching the light in a halo of silvery gold. Her lips were slightly parted, a hint of a smile playing at the corners, as if she were dreaming of something beautiful.Winter had her arm draped over me, her fingers gently resting on my side. The warmth of her touch was comforting, a reminder of the closeness we shared. As I watched her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. She looked so peaceful, so content, nestled against me. Her eyelashes fluttered briefly, and she snuggled closer, burying her face into the crook of my neck. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, but it was a shiver of pure delight.

I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, the distant sound of cars and the occasional chirp of a bird. But inside this room, everything was calm, tranquil. It was our little sanctuary, filled with memories and shared moments. I breathed in deeply, the scent of Winter's shampoo mingling with the faint, lingering smell of our late-night snacks.

Carefully, not wanting to disturb her, I shifted slightly, just enough to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. She murmured something incoherent in her sleep, a soft, happy sound that made my heart swell. I closed my eyes again, letting myself drift in the warmth and comfort of the moment, holding Winter close, feeling her heartbeat in sync with mine.

Suddenly, flashes of memories from last night flooded my mind like a crashing wave.

What.

The.

Hell.

I KISSED WINTER!?!?!

The realization hit me like a thunderbolt, scattering my thoughts like leaves in the wind. Images flashed before my eyes: the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Winter's laughter ringing in my ears, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer. And then, the moment when our lips met, a brief, electrifying touch that sent a rush of emotions coursing through me.

I stared at Winter, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering excitement. I couldn't help but internally squeal with nervous energy, replaying last night's kiss over and over in my mind.

"It isn't a dream, is it?" I mumbled softly, almost to myself, as I touched my lips instinctively, still feeling the ghost of her kiss.

"What isn't a dream?" a voice interrupted, and my heart skipped a beat. I turned to see Winter, her eyes half-open, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she gazed at me knowingly.

Caught off guard, I blushed furiously, my cheeks heating up even more. I struggled to find words, my mind racing to come up with a coherent response. "Um... I... uh..." I stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.

Winter chuckled softly, the sound sending a warm shiver down my spine. She shifted closer, her gaze gentle yet filled with a hint of amusement. "You're cute when you blush," she teased softly, her voice barely above a whisper.