The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the master suite, painting the room in a gentle, golden glow.
Jillyanna fluttered her eyelashes open, finding herself nestled securely against Travis's warm, solid chest. She lifted her head slightly, her gaze resting on his sleeping face just inches from her own. For the first time in several years, she had the freedom to study his features up close without any pretense or defensive walls. She noted the strong line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his dark lashes, and the relaxed expression that softened his usually intense demeanor.
Feeling a sudden wave of quiet affection, Jillyanna leaned in and pressed a light, feather-soft kiss against his chin before snuggling closer into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist.
