The morning was warm and peaceful.
A fire crackled in the fireplace, its golden light dancing across the walls. Outside, the rain continued to fall, pattering against the windows and filling the room with a soothing rhythm.
The sky beyond the glass was a dull shade of grey, but inside, the warmth of the fire made the world seem far, far away.
Adam lay beneath the thick blanket, his bare body pressed against Genevieve's. She rested her head atop his chest, one arm draped around his waist. She listened to his heartbeat, her eyes closed.
"The discussions are going rather well, I think," she said suddenly.
Unlike Adam, who could endure long stretches of silence and solitude, Genevieve was different.
She was a social butterfly who thrived on company and conversation. Being alone with her thoughts for too long was never her idea of a good time.
"Are they?" Adam glanced down at her.
"More or less." She hummed.
