Stepping out of the bathroom with a plush towel wrapped around her wet dark curls, Paris felt light and completely relaxed. She dressed for another effortless day at home, pulling on a soft pair of pink short-shorts and a light cropped tank top. Leaving her hair down to dry in soft, damp waves over her bare shoulders, she padded barefoot into the bright kitchen. The morning sun was streaming through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the marble countertops. She turned on the coffee maker, listening to the gentle hum as the rich, dark roast began to drip into the carafe, filling the room with an irresistible aroma. Adam walked in a few minutes later, completely shirtless in his low-slung black lounge pants, carrying a towel around his neck with his dark hair still delightfully tousled from the shower. Seeing her standing by the counter, a quiet, affectionate smile spread across his face. He walked up behind her without making a sound, sliding his bare arms securely around her waist and pulling her back flush against his chest. "Best way to start a day," Adam murmured softly into the shell of her ear, trailing a path of slow, warm kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone. Paris leaned back against his warm skin with a quiet laugh, covering his hands with her own. She turned in his arms to face him, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him back before pouring two fresh mugs of hot coffee.

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