Skyler’s POV
I take a moment to savor the tranquility of the scene before me. The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on their faces. Alaric's tousled hair falls gracefully across his forehead, his lips slightly parted as he breathes rhythmically. Neo, on the other side, lies with a serene expression, his dark lashes resting delicately against his cheeks.
Memories of the previous night flood my mind, causing a surge of warmth to course through my veins. The intensity of our connection, the way our bodies intertwined in a dance of desire and passion, still lingers in the air. It was a night filled with uninhibited exploration, where inhibitions were shed and vulnerability embraced.
As I watch them sleep, a sense of gratitude washes over me. Gratitude f
