"How long are we going to stay like this?" Eilika asked softly, her head resting comfortably on Damian's chest while her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. The elegant gold hairpin was held loosely in her hands, pressed close to her heart.
Turning her head slightly, she looked up into his deep eyes as a tender smile graced her lips. "Damian, this is the most beautiful day of my life."
"Really? I thought the day we got married held that title," Damian remarked, a subtle, amused glint in his gaze.
"That day too," she countered playfully, nudging him. "But look, it is evening already. I should go down to the kitchen and bring up some hot tea and snacks for you."
She began to sit up, but Damian immediately caught her waist and pulled her back down against the sheets.
The sudden movement caused the golden hairpin to slip from her fingers, tumbling harmlessly onto the mattress between them as their noses almost brushed in the close proximity.
