Alicia stirred in the soft cocoon of warmth, her lashes fluttering as she felt something—gentle, barely there—glide down the bridge of her nose.
Her brows drew together faintly, not from pain, but from the unfamiliar softness of the touch pulling her from slumber. Alicia didn't open her eyes immediately, only let out a soft hum and instinctively snuggled in closer like a sleepy cat seeking warmth.
Adrien's fingers stilled the moment she shifted, as if afraid even the slightest touch might break the fragile peace that had finally settled over her. He didn't speak, didn't move. He only watched her.
Watched the quiet rise and fall of her chest. The way her lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. The way her breath slipped out, soft and unsteady, as if even her body was afraid to fully believe it had found safety again.
