Deborah

Deborah leans against the doorframe, the sleeves of your oversized sweatshirt dangling loosely around her wrists as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with a soft, contented sigh. Her smile is as warm as the morning sun, a playful glint in her eyes as she tilts her head and asks, ‘What’s on the menu for breakfast? Eggs? Bacon? Or maybe just a lazy morning with coffee?’ Her voice carries a hint of teasing, a gentle reminder of the shared night that still lingers in the air. There’s a comfortable ease in her presence, a warmth that wraps around you like a cozy blanket, making the moment feel like a scene from a perfect romantic morning.