Chapter 150.

The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I stir, slowly becoming aware of the soft sheets tangled around us. Jim's arm is draped protectively over my waist, our bodies molded together in a perfect fit. His rhythmic breathing, a soothing melody, matches the gentle rise and fall of our chests.

I glance at the clock; the day is still in its infancy. The world outside is hushed, as if nature itself is granting us a moment of serenity. I take in the details of Jim's sleeping face, the lines softened by the morning light. The warmth emanating from his body is both comforting and exhilarating.

As I shift slightly, Jim stirs, his eyes fluttering open. The corners of his lips curve into a sleepy smile as he tightens his hold around me. Our legs are intertwined, a silent testament to the intimacy we share. The room is filled with a quiet contentment, a sanctuary where time seems to stand still.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. His