The Day After
Sade’s Point of View
The morning sunlight streamed through Sade's bedroom window, its warmth pulling her from sleep. She stirred, turning over, and froze when her eyes landed on the figure lying next to her. Her heart raced as the events of the previous night came rushing back. Sitting up abruptly, she stared in disbelief at Marco, who was propped up on one elbow, watching her with a satisfied smirk.
“Finally, you’re up, sleepyhead. I’ve been watching you for an hour,” he said, his voice playful but tinged with seriousness.
Sade’s hand flew to her face as panic set in. “What happened? Oh, my God.” Her voice cracked as she lay back down, clutching the blanket to her chest. “I can’t believe I cheated on Travis. Oh, my God.”
Marco’s hand gently slid along her arm, his touch
