Emma's Point of View
I woke up to the steady rhythm of Adrian’s breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. This had become my favorite way to start the day, wrapped in his warmth, feeling his arm draped protectively around me. But today wasn’t the day to linger. The memory of last night’s passion brought a small smile to my lips, but the responsibilities of the day ahead tugged me out of bed.
Sliding out carefully so as not to wake him, I padded over to the closet and pulled out a navy-blue sleeveless dress. It was sharp, professional and confident, the energy I needed for today’s interviews. Pairing it with a black blazer, stilettos, and my favorite shoulder purse, I laid everything out neatly before heading to the shower.
The warm water cascaded over me, but my mind was
