Chapter 67 Secrets At Sunrise

• The first rays of sunlight filtered through Tristan's curtains, bathing the room in soft light. Under the sheets, their bodies pressed together in a lazy embrace. Aiden's head rested on Tristan's chest, their breaths in sync.
• "Awake or not?" Tristan whispered into Aiden’s ear, his voice a mix of teasing and affection.
• Aiden groaned, shifting slightly. "I'm not, I'm weak to move,” he muttered, his eyes still closed.