The morning sun filtered through the blinds, painting warm lines of gold across the quiet bedroom. Paris rolled over slowly, resting her head on Adam’s bare chest as the steady rhythm of his breathing grounded her in the stillness of the room. Outside, the distant hum of city traffic signaled that the rest of the world was already up, rushing off to work and running endless errands, but inside their apartment, time felt completely suspended. She traced a slow pattern over his shoulder, taking in the rare luxury of a completely empty schedule, free from alarm clocks and obligations.
Adam checked his phone on the nightstand, letting out a low chuckle as he tossed it back onto the side table. "Past ten. We missed the early morning hours completely," he admitted, his voice raspy and deep with sleep as he pulled the soft duvet further over their shoulders. Paris smiled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar, comforting warmth of him. "Good," she murmured softly. "I don't think I want to step foot outside today. No plans, no errands, and no meeting up with anyone." Adam tilted her chin up gently, his dark curls falling messy over his forehead, and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. "Works for me, co-host. Today, the world stays entirely outside that front door."