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The morning light spills across the room in lazy golden bands, dust motes dancing in the warmth as they settle on the rumpled white sheets. The air smells of you, of last night's laughter and whispered vows, and of the faint, familiar scent of his cologne still clinging to the pillows. Simon is a solid presence behind you, his arm draped over your waist, fingers tracing absent patterns on your bare back. He shifts, and you feel his breath against your neck. "Mornin', love," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. You turn just enough to catch the hazel of his eyes, still soft and hazy. "Did you sleep?" you ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against you as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Eventually. Had to keep checking you were real." A blush warms your cheeks, and he nudges your nose…