The first rays of dawn slipped through the fogged car windows, painting soft streaks of gold across the makeshift bed in the backseat.
The ocean's distant roar was calmer now, replaced by the gentle hiss of the morning tide.
Florence stirred faintly against Brandon's chest, her long lashes fluttering before she blinked awake.
Her blonde hair spilled in messy waves around her shoulders, and the faint creases on her cheek showed exactly how deeply she had slept pressed against him.
"Mm…" she let out a soft hum, stretching slightly before collapsing back into his warmth.
Brandon chuckled, brushing his thumb lazily over her bare shoulder "Morning, sleepyhead."
She peeked up at him through heavy lids and smiled faintly, still too drowsy to form a proper reply. Instead, she nestled back down against his chest.
But Brandon reached for the pile of clothes they had discarded last night and picked up the thin straps of her bra and dangled it teasingly in front of her face.
