Astrid's POV:
As the morning light spilled through the curtains, I groaned and cocooned myself in the duvet, but my sleep had already been disrupted. Turning around, I noticed Rafael's sleeping figure.
He looked stunning, bathed in the sunshine that accentuated his beauty. My thoughts drifted back to the previous night, and a flush colored my cheeks as I recalled his gentleness and the emotions he had stirred within me—feelings I couldn't articulate. Rafael had been cautious, ensuring not to cause any harm with each tender gesture.
With his disheveled hair and a few strands dropping on his forehead, he looked ravishingly attractive right now. When I swept my fingers over his hair, he moaned, and his hand snaked around my waist, drawing me closer to him.
I needed to empty my bladder, so
