*Anaïs*
I open my eyes to the familiar sight of our bedroom walls, and for the first couple of seconds it is utterly confusing, like I had subconsciously expected to wake up somewhere else.
Shaking my head lightly, I am feeling groggy and disoriented. The morning sunlight spills in through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. My head throbs with a faint but persistent ache, almost like a hangover, but I am rather sure I was not drunk last night.
My thoughts feel jumbled and disconnected, like dreams are still pulling at me. I am alone in the bed, but Mathis’ side is rumbled, telling me he has slept there.
As I sit up, memories from last night start to surface. I remember going to the Louvre to work on my art while Mathis was out with a potential client. I had been strugg
