Morning golden light streamed through the open window, bathing the lavish chamber in a warm, hazy glow. It fell directly upon the young man sprawled comfortably across the massive bed.
His tousled black hair was a wild mess against the silk pillows, his face peaceful in deep slumber.
The cheerful chirping of birds drifted in from outside, soft and melodic.
At first, Amon remained lost in sleep. But the persistent sunlight warming his face soon made him frown. His brows twitched irritably. He turned onto his side, reaching blindly for something to pull over his head and block the light.
Instead, his hand met something warm, full, and impossibly soft.
He instinctively nuzzled closer, pressing his face into the yielding warmth.
A lush, pillowy softness enveloped his face. Two heavy, perfectly rounded pillows that molded gently around his cheeks and nose.
