Adamo’s POV
The last thing Adamo remembered before drifting off was the warm press of Sade’s body against him, the scent of her lingering on the sheets—vanilla and something sweet, uniquely her. The wine, the food, and the exhaustion from last night had hit them both hard. His arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting on her breast, just like every other night. It was instinctual now, like breathing.
He felt her stir slightly in his arms, but he was still deep in sleep. It wasn't until the sharp chime of an alarm cut through the silence that he vaguely registered movement. Sade shifted, sighing softly as she reached for her phone. She silenced it before he could even think about moving, but he wasn’t letting her go just yet. He pulled her closer, nuzzling into her, inhaling deeply.
