The next morning, soft rays of sunlight crept through the windows of James' room, casting a golden hue over the walls and bed.
James stirred slightly beneath the covers, his body still a little heavy from sleep. With a small groan, he reached out blindly for his phone on the nightstand.
The moment the screen lit up, his grogginess vanished as he saw that he got a text message from Natasha.
"Good morning, my James 😍😍🥰🥰❤️❤️💓💞💗💕😘😘"
James stared at the message for a moment. The emojis were playful and a little chaotic, but they carried a genuine warmth that sank straight into his chest.
A soft smile bloomed across his face, and he chuckled to himself.
"She's sweet," he muttered to himself, as he tapped out a reply with sleepy fingers:
"Good morning, Nat. 💓
I hope you slept well."
Just seconds after hitting send, his phone buzzed again.
Natasha had replied immediately:
