Early Start

There’s something deliciously indulgent about starting the day slowly, especially when it’s with someone you’ve been wanting to see.

The city is still half-asleep when I arrive at your hotel. I knock gently, and after a pause you open the door, your eyes are heavy, voice low and hair deliciously rumpled. You step aside and I slip in, the quiet of the room wrapping around us. The sheets are still warm and when I slide under the covers beside you, the world feels beautifully still. There’s the soft sound of your breathing and the faint scent of sleep and skin. A slow tangle. A shared smile. A wordless good morning.

Later, we make our way to a coffee shop nearby. The morning light spills across the table between us, catching the steam rising from our cups. The scent of fresh bread drifts through the air, the quiet clink of cutlery keeping time with the easy rhythm between us.

We talk, unhurried. I laugh at your stories, you watch the way my fingers trace the rim of my cup. Maybe it’s just the magic of morning and that gentle space before the world starts asking too much, that creates an atmosphere of ease.

We linger over toast, fruit and conversation that makes time slip away. Outside, the day is waiting. Inside, it’s just us and the knowing thrill of how our morning began, with me and that gentle knock at your door.

If you’d like to start your day with something just as tempting, I’ll save you a seat and maybe even that smile you like.