The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room with a gentle warmth. Emma stirred, her body still nestled in the cocoon of Alexander’s embrace. The events of the night before played on a loop in her mind, each memory searing with both passion and doubt.
She carefully turned her head to study him. He looked peaceful in his sleep, a stark contrast to the man who exuded authority and command during the day. His strong jawline, the faint stubble that shadowed his face, and the vulnerability in his expression made her chest tighten.
But as much as she wanted to stay lost in this moment, reality crept in like a cold breeze. He was still engaged.
The thought jolted her, and she gently slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. She pulled on her clothes in
