朝の濡れ日記 Pt.2 - ザ・ハッシュ

The morning air is still, but my breath is already warm. There's something tender about those first moments — quiet, slow, unspoken. I let you glimpse the hush of morning. Wrapped in softness, and a little tension under the covers. Nothing loud. Just closeness. A subtle hum. Do you feel it too?