The morning sun peeked through the window blinds, casting a soft golden glow across Charles Donald's bare body sprawled over the tangled sheets.
His eyes remained closed, lost in a peaceful slumber.
Augustine smiled gently, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Charles's face, tucking it tenderly behind his ear as he admired the quiet beauty before him.
Charles snuggled closer to Augustine, his arms curling tightly around his waist, head resting securely against the warmth of Augustine's chest.
A soft, glowing smile played on Augustine's lips as he slowly began to slide out of bed, moving with careful grace, determined not to wake the man sleeping so peacefully in his embrace.
As Augustine slid out of bed successfully, he bent down, the curve of his bare back catching the soft light filtering through the blinds, and began to gather the scattered clothes littered across the floor.
