Lucien and Lithira had moved to her room, continuing their intimate time together. As the new day dawned, she lay peacefully beside him, nestled in his arms.
He watched her sleep, admiring her delicate features, marveling at her beauty, as if she had been sculpted by a goddess herself.
Lithira's eyes fluttered open, and she rubbed them sleepily before gazing at Lucien, who was still looking at her. Her cheeks flushed with a gentle pink.
"What are you looking at?" she murmured, still half-asleep.
"An angel," he smirked.
"Ugh! That's a lame pick-up line!" she scoffed, turning her gaze away, though a small smile tugged at her lips.
Lucien chuckled and remembered the other gift he had for her. He glanced around the room and spotted the gift box on the bedside table. He picked it up and handed it to Lithira.
"I forgot to give you another one," he said.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!