She reached out her hand, instinctively covering him, protecting the modesty of his sleeping body

as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, forming a gentle halo around their quiet sanctuary. She felt a rush of tenderness swell in her chest, a deep, unspoken bond that connected them in this moment of tranquility. The world outside was still waking up, but in their little bubble, time seemed to hold its breath. Her fingers brushed against his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. It was a simple act, but to her, it spoke volumes. Each touch was a promise—a promise to honor the vulnerability they had both shared, to shield him from the chaos that often loomed just beyond their door. As she settled back into the pillows, a soft sigh escaped her lips. She couldn’t help but marvel at the peacefulness of it all. The trust that lay between them felt almost sacred, a delicate thread woven in the fabric of their lives together. She thought of how love often wrapped itself in these quiet moments, unnoticed by the world yet powerful enough to change everything. She closed her eyes, relishing the stillness, and in her heart, she vowed to always be his protector, to keep the light of their connection glowing against all odds. And so, with her hand resting gently on him, she drifted into a dream filled with the promise of tomorrow.