167. I like you

As the first rays of dawn gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, Shawn stirred from his slumber. The warmth of the morning enveloped him, but his attention was immediately drawn to the ethereal figure lying beside him – Emma, his sleeping beauty.

He couldn't help but marvel at her delicate features, even in the dim light. Her chestnut hair cascaded like silk over the pillow, framing her peaceful face. The curve of her cheek, the gentle rise and fall of her breath – everything about her seemed so perfect, so mesmerizing.

Shawn's heart swelled with a rush of emotion as he gazed upon her. "How did I get so lucky?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. "To wake up to this every morning... it's like a dream come true."

He traced the outline of her jaw with his fingertips, marveling at the softness of her skin. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins, igniting a fire within him that only she cou