The morning light spilled across the bed in soft, golden waves that caressed the rumpled sheets like a lover’s tender fingers, feathers still drifting from the pillow fight like lazy snowflakes caught in an eternal, whimsical dance, each one catching the sun and shimmering with innocent mischief.

Dua’s legs were still straddling Reyansah’s waist, her knees pressed deeply into the plush mattress on either side of his stomach, her body flush against his in a way that sent unspoken sparks crackling through the air, her hair cascading over his shoulders in a dark, silken waterfall that tickled his skin and enveloped them both in her scent jasmine and pure, unfiltered joy.