[North London
Hampstead]
As the faint light of morning crept through the curtains, drawing soft lines across the sheets, Izan stirred.
His body felt heavy from yesterday's whirlwind, but when a hand draped lazily over his torso, his eyes opened fully.
He blinked, turning onto his side, and there she was, Olivia.
Her hair was a little messy, her nightgown slipping delicately against her shoulder, and her smile was warm enough to make the world outside irrelevant.
"Good morning, champ," she whispered, her voice playful but soft.
Izan groaned, half-burying his face into the pillow before glancing at her again.
"My mind and body can't handle things like that in the morning," he muttered, lifting a finger and pointing toward her chest.
Olivia frowned, instinctively looking down at the neckline of her gown, only for Izan to pounce.
He caught her lips in a sudden kiss, deep enough to steal her breath and pull a laugh out of her throat as she tried to push him back.
