@pbtdiary: Morning Wrapped in You ❤️ Lucas woke to the quiet warmth of Noah’s arm across his waist, the sheets rumpled with sleep. He traced lazy circles on Noah’s wrist, listening to breathing slow and steady. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, turning dust into gold. They shared a smile without speaking, foreheads touching. Lucas brushed a kiss to Noah’s temple, and they stayed there, unhurried, believing the day could wait a little longer.