I woke up to the smell of coffee and... something sweet. Vanilla? Cinnamon?
I stretched, my hand instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed, expecting to find Yichen's warm, solid form. But the sheets were cool. Empty. He was already up?
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The room was bathed in sunlight streaming through the open glass doors. The sound of the ocean was a gentle, rhythmic lullaby.
"Yichen?"
No answer.
I slipped out of bed, pulling on the fluffy white robe Yichen had wrapped me in the night before. I padded barefoot out of the bedroom and into the open-concept living area.
The site that greeted me was always a sight to behold.
Mo Yichen, was in the kitchen. He was wearing only a pair of loose grey sweatpants, his bare back facing me, muscles shifting as he moved. He was humming.
Actually humming.
