Emma's Point Of View
Waking up felt like dragging myself from a dream I never wanted to leave. My body ached in ways that were both foreign and thrilling, each twinge a vivid reminder of the passion I had shared with Adrian last night. I stretched my arms above my head, wincing slightly, my mind replaying s****l moments that made my cheeks flush. Before I could gather my scattered thoughts, the door to Adrian's room, soon to be our room, swung open.
Adrian walked in, a tray balanced in his hands, his trademark smirk softened by a genuine, almost boyish smile. "Morning, Mrs. Steele," he said, his voice warm enough to melt the frostiest morning.
"Good morning," I murmured, my voice betraying my shyness as he set the tray down on the bedside table. The aroma of eggs, bacon, and freshly bre
