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Davis woke up to the sound of soft rain tapping against the tall windows of his condo, the room dimly lit by the cloudy morning light. He stretched, feeling the warmth of Sadira's body still curled up beside him. She was fast asleep, her breathing slow and steady. He glanced over at her, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sadira was wearing one of his shirts-an oversized white one that hung loosely on her smaller frame, the sleeves falling past her hands, making her look even more petite.

She looked peaceful, her blonde hair spread across the pillow like a golden halo. But as Davis's eyes wandered over her, he noticed something missing-her bonnet. Her long, blonde hair was loose, instead of wrapped up as it usually was at night. He looked around, and sure enough, the bonnet was lying on his side of the bed, having probably slipped off in the middle of the night.

Chuckling to himself, Davis carefully picked up the bonnet, his movements slow so he wouldn't wake her. He adjusted it gently over her head, making sure her hair was tucked inside. It was something small, but it was these little moments that made him appreciate her even more. Every detail about her, from her smile to the way she slept, fascinated him.

The rain continued to patter outside, a soft, rhythmic sound that filled the quiet condo. Davis lay there for a moment, watching her sleep, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him. Last night had been perfect-their first official date, full of laughter, love, and a deeper connection than ever before. It felt like a turning point in their relationship, a moment where everything shifted into something even more meaningful.

He couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she had looked, dressed in that stunning red dress with her blonde hair flowing down her back. The memory of her smile, the way she had looked at him during dinner, replayed in his mind like a movie scene. And now, seeing her here, so soft and delicate in his bed, it made him want to give her everything.

After a few more minutes of lying in bed, he decided to get up and make breakfast. He wanted to do something special for her, even if it was just a simple meal. Slipping out of bed quietly, he threw on a pair of sweatpants and headed into the kitchen. The condo was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the city skyline, now misted over by the rain.

Davis loved mornings like this-calm, quiet, and intimate. He pulled out some eggs, bacon, and bread for French toast, figuring he'd keep it simple but delicious. As he cracked the eggs into a bowl, he thought about how much Sadira had changed his life. When they first met, he was just her lawyer, handing her papers and navigating her case. But somewhere along the way, things had shifted, and now, she was the woman who filled his thoughts every day, the woman he wanted to build something real with.

The sizzle of bacon filled the air as Davis cooked, glancing occasionally at the doorway to see if Sadira had woken up yet. She was probably still deep in sleep, worn out from the night before, which had been filled with more than just a dinner date. They'd spent the rest of the evening tangled up in each other, talking, laughing, and just being together in a way that felt effortless.

Once breakfast was ready, Davis plated everything carefully-crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and perfectly golden French toast. He drizzled some syrup over the toast, adding fresh berries on the side, then made two cups of coffee just how she liked it-light and sweet. He grabbed the plates and headed back to the bedroom.

Sadira was still asleep, curled up under the covers. He set the plates down on the nightstand and leaned over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Morning, beautiful," he whispered softly.

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly. It took her a moment to adjust to the light, but when she saw Davis standing over her, a sleepy smile spread across her face.

"Good morning," she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep. She stretched, and the oversized shirt shifted, revealing more of her smooth skin.

"I made you breakfast," Davis said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Sadira's eyes lit up as she propped herself up on her elbows, glancing over at the plates. "You didn't have to do all this," she said, but the smile on her face told him she appreciated the gesture.

"I wanted to," Davis replied, handing her a plate. "You deserve it."

She took a bite of the French toast, her eyes closing in pleasure. "Mmm, this is so good," she said between bites.

Davis grinned, watching her eat. There was something so satisfying about taking care of her, about doing these little things that made her happy. They ate in comfortable silence, the rain still falling softly outside, creating a cozy atmosphere. After they finished, Sadira leaned back against the pillows, looking completely content.

"What do you want to do today?" she asked, her voice soft.

Davis thought for a moment. "How about we just stay in and watch some movies? It's a perfect day for it."

Sadira smiled, nodding. "That sounds perfect."

They spent the rest of the morning in bed, watching movies and just enjoying each other's company. It felt like time had slowed down, the outside world fading away as they created their own little bubble of peace and love. Davis couldn't remember the last time he felt this relaxed, this content. Every moment with Sadira felt right, like they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

At some point, they ended up sprawled out on the couch in the living room, Sadira still wearing his shirt, which hung off her shoulders in the most endearing way. She had tucked her legs under her, resting her head on his chest as they watched some random movie playing on the screen.

Davis couldn't help but let his hands wander, tracing soft patterns along her arm, then moving to her waist. He loved how she felt against him, how perfectly she fit into his side. Every touch made him want more, made him want to pull her closer, hold her tighter.

"You know, I could get used to this," Davis said, his voice low as he kissed the top of her head.

Sadira looked up at him, her eyes soft and warm. "Me too," she whispered.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of laughter, stolen kisses, and quiet moments that felt more intimate than words could express. They ordered takeout for lunch, too wrapped up in each other to bother cooking again, and spent the afternoon lounging around, talking about everything and nothing.

As evening approached, the rain finally let up, and the sky outside turned a soft shade of pink and orange. Davis glanced over at Sadira, who was now dozing off again, her head resting on his lap. He smiled, running his fingers through her hair, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the woman who had unexpectedly walked into his life and turned it upside down in the best way possible.

Davis couldn't help but think about the future-about what it would be like to wake up to this every day, to share more mornings like this, more lazy afternoons spent wrapped up in each other. He had never felt this way before, never felt so sure about someone. And as he looked down at Sadira, sleeping peacefully beside him, he knew that he didn't want this feeling to end.