39. Whimsical Traditions and Carnival Charms

The sun spilled through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room. I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the events of the previous night dancing on the edge of my consciousness. Jacob's kiss lingered like a sweet melody, and I couldn't shake the warmth it left behind. As I stirred awake, the realization hit me—I had fallen asleep on the sofa, cuddled up with Jacob. A blush crept up my cheeks as I recalled the unexpected intimacy of the night. Glancing around, I found the room empty, a quiet reassurance settling over me. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing me to the kitchen. There, I found Jacob, his back turned, focused on preparing breakfast. The morning light illuminated his tousled hair, and for a moment, I couldn't help but admire the sight. Me: (casually) "Morning." Jacob turned, a smile playing on his lips. Jacob: "Morning, sleepyhead. Did you have a good rest?" Me: (playfully) "Sofas aren't known for their comfort, but I've had worse n