The morning sun filtered softly through the bedroom curtains, spilling golden warmth across the crumpled sheets of their shared bed. Ai stirred first, her long lashes fluttering open as her cheek pressed into Asahi's bare chest. His arm was slung lazily over her waist, keeping her close even in sleep. Their twins, Yohan and Yumi, lay peacefully in their crib just a few feet away, bundled in soft blankets, the quiet rhythm of their breathing like sacred music in the background.
She listened to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and smiled, the memory of last night still etched vividly in her body. Her thighs still tingled from his touch, and her lips remembered the way he kissed her with such reverence—then with hunger, as if she were the only thing tethering him to this world.
"Mm..." she murmured, snuggling closer. "You're still hard."
