Tony stirred as sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting warm, golden light across the room. He blinked against the brightness, his senses slowly waking to the soft weight of Angela sprawled across him. Her head rested on his chest, her hair spilling over his skin in a way that tickled and teased with every small movement she made. He let out a quiet breath, his hand instinctively brushing against her back, the warmth of her presence anchoring him in the moment.

The memories of the night before lingered in the air, unspoken but undeniable. It wasn't just the way they'd fit together—it was the laughter, the stolen glances, the way every moment had felt like it was meant to be. He smiled faintly, his fingers tangling lightly in her hair as he let himself savor the perfection of it all, of her.

She stirred slightly, her fingers brushing over his chest before she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile soft but radiant, and Tony couldn't help but think she looked like trouble wrapped in sunlight.

"Good morning," she said, her voice carrying a calm, easy warmth that matched the golden light streaming in.

Tony's smile deepened as his gaze lingered on her, drawn to the way the sunlight seemed to dance across her features. His hand rested lightly on her back, his voice steady but teasing as he replied, "Good morning. You look… suspiciously awake."

Angela shifted, sitting up just enough to prop herself on one elbow, bringing the sheet up against her chest with the other. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she glanced at Tony, who looked thoroughly spent, his hair slightly tousled and his breathing still even but heavy. She couldn't help the quiet sense of pride that bubbled up—last night had clearly taken its toll—he looked like he'd already run a marathon. "I was thinking, maybe we could go for a run," she said, her tone light, deliberately nonchalant, though the mischievous glint in her eye gave her away.

Tony blinked, his brow furrowing slightly as he gave her a look. "A run?" he repeated, his tone skeptical.

She nodded, her smile widening as she watched his reaction. "I went yesterday," she added, her voice laced with just enough playful challenge to make him wonder if she was testing him.

He sat up a bit more, the disbelief clear in his voice as he cut her off. "You went for a run yesterday? You? A run? Were you being chased? Did the negotiations not go well?"

Angela rolled her eyes, though amusement danced in her expression. "No, not chased, but yes, I did go for a run. I woke up with all this nervous energy, and you said running clears your head, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"And… how'd it go?" Tony asked, his skepticism still lingering as he leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, hanging on her every word wondering where this was going.

Angela let out a soft laugh, her cheeks tinging pink. "Not great. I didn't get very far—pretty embarrassing, honestly. But then I walked, and it was actually a really great way to start my day. Felt amazing afterward, full of energy."

Tony shook his head, chuckling as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know what's also great for clearing your head and leaving you full of energy?"

Angela tilted her head, her curiosity flickering to life as she raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He didn't answer right away, letting his fingers trace the curve of her jaw before brushing softly against her cheek. "This," he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in, his lips claiming hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. The kiss deepened, his movements unhurried as he eased her back onto the pillow, his hand slipping to her waist, thumb brushing lightly against her skin. He smiled against her lips, the curve of it sending warmth through her. "Still wanna go for that run?" Her head shook, the answer already given in the way she pulled him closer, her lips silencing the words before they had a chance to linger.